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Aunt Jean

By: mustanger7up



I went to my Aunt Jean’s house last summer to give her a hand cleaning up around her place. She isn’t a spring chicken anymore in her mid 60’s, and me only 27. She has always been one of my favorite Aunts, kind of eccentric but a really sweet lady all the same.

We had been mowing her large yard and picking up tree limbs that had blown down in a recent storm. It had been a long day already, and was only nearing noon. She had gone inside to fix some lunch for us while I finished up some things outside. I was glad to get inside to some air conditioning for a while and take a break. Aunt Jean was busy making sandwiches and fixed us a cold drink. When I noticed she must have been glad to get inside too as her nipples were sticking out quite far in the chilled air against her sweaty shirt. 

We were both dressed for the summer heat. Me dressed in my T-Shirt and shorts. Aunt Jean had on a loose fitting shirt and loose shorts on. As she bent over me passing me my lunch I could not help but see down her shirt, I was staring straight at her large nipples surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Aunt Jean caught me looking and I feigned embarrassment at getting caught.

“See anything interesting?”

I laughed and said “Yes Maam, It looks good to me!”

She smiled with a gleam in her eyes and replied, “You dirty little thing!” I had never had any sexual feelings towards her before this moment.

We sat and ate our lunch discussing what else we had to do and how long I would be able to stay and help etc… After lunch I told her I was so full I felt I could use a little nap.

“That sounds like a good idea!” She said

I told her I would lie on the couch as she only had a one bedroom that was in any order to sleep in. The rest were all in disrepair at this time. Cluttered up with her historical items and family tree paperwork etc… 

“Nonsense, My room has the air conditioner in the window and I know you would be more comfortable there.” 

So I went to take my nap, taking off my sweaty T-Shirt, a few minutes later she entered.

“Would you mind it I took a nap also?”

“Not if you don’t mind me snoring!” 

“That is one of the silly things I miss about your Uncle.

He had been dead for around 12 years at this time. As we napped I awoke to find her snuggled up to me with her back to my stomach, the warmth from her ass had given me an erection. And I went right back to sleep. When I woke up a bit later, I found that I was holding her tit in my hand, lightly squeezing her thick nipple, I was hoping that she was still asleep so I could remove it without her noticing. As I tried to move my hand I felt her grasp it and hold it firmly on her breast. I couldn’t tell if she was still sleeping as her breath was coming in even movements. I just held on hoping I could get out of this without embarrassing either of us. 

I again tried to remove my hand a few minutes later only to hear her say,

“Please don’t, I need to feel this for awhile. It has been so long and I miss him so, Please, just hold me tight for awhile!” 

So I did. I found out later that she had never even masturbated in the 12 years since my Uncles death. And as I continued to caress her breast her breathing became more labored, and she was moving her hips against my erect cock. Shit! I thought. What should I do? This is my Aunt Jean. She is older than my Mother and now she is humping her ass against my hard cock.

She then reached around and grabbed my hard on and started to rub it thru my shorts, I knew now there was only one thing I could do. Fuck Her!

I moved my hand and she sighed thinking I was going to get up and leave in disgust, I guess, but I moved my hand down to her crotch and began to massage her pussy thru her shorts. She gave another sigh and began to hump against my palm and opened her legs for me to have better access to it. I slipped my hand inside her shorts and found she had no panties on under them. 

As my hand reached her pubic area, I found the hairiest pussy I have ever put my hand on. I slipped my finger in her jungle of hair sliding me fingers around until I was between her thick cunt lips, feeling her moisture and ran my finger along her slit, feeling how wet she was exciting me to no end. Her thimble-sized clit was erect and in need of attention, so I began to caress it and lightly pinch it in my fingers. Her hips began to move even more all the time rubbing against my hard cock.

“Get up Aunt Jean, Take your clothes off for me. I want to see you!”

“Are you sure you wanted to see an old lady naked?”

I just kissed her softly and said yes. Aunt Jean stood up, took off her loose fitting shirt, looking away thinking I would think she was disgusting in her old age. Her body was in great shape for a woman her age, her tits were large and hung slightly with large dark brown colored nipples and since she had never had children they were free of stretch marks. She then bent over to take off her shorts. 

She had a slight bulge in her belly, but not fat. And I had just thought her cunt was hairy when I felt it, Her hair went almost to her belly button and down between her legs about 4”s on her thighs and was so thick I couldn’t see her thick pussy lips. She hung her head low.

“Am I too horribly ugly naked?”

I smiled and removed my shorts pointing to my hard cock.

“What does my cock say?”

I was a teen and once saw my uncle’s cock hard and it was at least 10”s long and thick as a coke can. I didn’t think I could do anything for her being only an average 6 inches and about 4 and a half inches around, and after the years she had his monster cock to fuck. 

But boy was I wrong! I had her lie on her back and kissed her from her toes, smelling her sweaty feet and licking them clean for her, She was squirming and trying to get away but I held her tightly. I then moved up to her knees then on to her inner thighs and licked and kissed her up to her thick bush.

I was more than pleasantly surprised when my nose got near her bush that she had only the sweet smell of sexual arousal and not a smelly odor of sweaty pussy, as we had worked quite hard this morning. And as thick as her bush was, I know it’s a natural odor keeper!

I pried open her thick bush with my fingers, and found her sweet pussy inside and began to lick her cunt, sticking my tongue inside as far as I could, wiggling it from side to side and fucking her with it. She began to twist and buck against my face, crying out in her first orgasm in over 12 years. 

I then assaulted her clit, sucking it hard then biting it, as it grew even larger than before. I bit her inner thighs making her moan approval and tell me how great it felt. I raised her legs higher over her belly and then went to my goal, her asshole. As I kissed it her legs trembled and she cried out.

“NO, Please don’t do that. It’s such a nasty thing!” 

I stuck my tongue inside it and fucked her with my tongue, she shook as her orgasm overcame her. And her hands pressed my face in between her ass cheeks until she came again. 

Aunt Jean then let me know it was now my turn, and crawled down and kissed my nipples sucking them tenderly. She had her hand on my cock, slowly jacking me off. As she moved lower She licked inside my belly button then continued on to my hard cock. She made love to it with her mouth, kissing and commenting on how pretty she thought it was. Licking the precum from its head, sucking it lightly. Then moving down and caressing my balls with her lips, sucking them into her mouth one at a time. 

Then she did something I would have never thought she would do. She went farther down to my asshole. She had me where she wanted me that is for sure. As she began to tongue the puckered rim, she started moaning. Her tongue went deeper inside my asshole fucking it with her mouth and as She raised her head.

“I would’ve never thought I would love the smell of a man’s asshole and the taste.”

I pushed her head back down and told her to continue to tongue fuck me like I had her. As she jacked my cock off with one hand, I saw in the mirror on her dresser behind her that her other hand was finger fucking her wet cunt furiously while she fucked my asshole with her mouth.

When I neared my orgasm I pulled her up and kissed her ass-fucking lips and told her to get on top of me so I could fuck her like she needed. I thought she would get upset with the language but didn’t really care at the moment. As Aunt Jean held my cock in her hands and lowered her dripping hairy cunt onto me she smiled the most seductive smile I’ve ever seen on a woman. 

She held my cock in her hand and slid it inside her hairy pussy. She was as tight as a young woman and had to move her ass around to make it get inside her. She started moving up slowing and back down again, her juices running down her cunt and onto my balls. I told her to play with her clit as it turned me on watching a woman pleasure herself. She held her hair aside with one hand and fingered her clit with the other, and soon was Cumming, her stomach flexing as she humped me harder and faster. 

I watched as the sweat came rolling down between her breasts, forming a trail down her belly. And I moved my face up and licked it off her, then began to pinch and bite on her nipples. As she started fucking me faster.

“Would think badly of me if I asked you to bite me harder?”

I assured her it would not. As I bit her what I thought would be hard enough

“No, bite me Harder!”

I was so afraid to hurt her but it seemed that’s what she wanted. So I clamped down on her nipple with my teeth and she immediately began to have the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever seen a woman have.

“Did I hurt you Aunt Jean?”

“No. When your uncle and I had sex he would hurt me by biting my nipples and even slapping me, calling her nasty names, and it made me cum.”

“Do you want me to do that to you Aunt Jean?”

Without saying a word she got up and went to her closet and brought out a large paddle, handed it to me, then lay down on the bed on her knees on the floor.

I had heard of submissives but never really thought it was true, but here she was, my Prim and Proper Aunt Jean handing me a paddle and wanting me to spank her ass with it. I picked it up and told her if this is what you need, then you shall have it! I started out slowly and not very hard, until she pleaded with me to make her sorry she was such a nasty whore and she should be ashamed that she was fucking her nephew. 

I began to spank her ass harder calling her an incestuous whore and how she was deserving of the punishment she was receiving now. She was bouncing her ass towards the paddle with every stroke. Then she even began thanking me for making her pay for her evil ways. As her orgasm took over. I really got into this game. 

As we rested a few minutes, I asked her how she got into this lifestyle, 

“Your Uncle came home drunk one night with a few of his friends. They played cards and had me get out of bed and fix them some food.”

She then went on to say. 

“They made lewd comments about my body, how sexy I looked in my nightgown and what they would do to me, and your Uncle said for them to go ahead, Fuck her!” 

She explained to me that she had tried to get away, but they held her down and raped her in front of my Uncle while he sat back laughing. One held her hands over her head, while the others bit her tits and pinched them making her scream out for help. But still my Uncle laughed at her calling her a slut and saying how she wanted them to fuck her. She begged them not to do this, but they continued. 

One stuck his cock inside her not giving her time to get wet while another forced her to suck his cock. When one came in her pussy another would take his place. The bastard forcing her to suck his cock pulled it out and came in her face laughing at her.

After they were done and left, my uncle then told her to suck his cock since she seemed to enjoy sucking his friends so much. When she refused, cursing him, he slapped her down and raped her pulling out in time to cum on her face and fell asleep. 

“I was never the same after that.”

. After that if he shouted at her to do something for him, it had to be done then or he would punish her for fucking his friends. She soon began to feel it was a necessary part of her sexual release to be abused as he would force her to suck his huge cock until she gagged then turn her over and fuck her, Calling her the worst names I could imagine.

I asked her if she wanted me to do the same, She hung her head low and said 

“Yes Sir!” 

I continued to spank her and called her a nasty cunt degrading her. I told her to finger fuck her cunt while I spanked her, then she started to cum again. I grabbed her by her hair 

“Bitch I never said you could cum!” 

I then spanked her harder. She was in tears and never stopped moving her ass against my paddle! As she began to have another orgasm without my permission I rammed my cock down her face and made her suck me until I was ready to cum. I pulled out just as I started to cum, and splattered her face with my spunk. It was on her eyes, nose, lips and throat when I was done! 

“Now Bitch, clean your nasty face up with your fingers and eat my cum like a good whore.”

She came again as she did. I asked her, 

“Is that what a good slut needed to be happy?” 

She wiped her tears away and said to me, “Yes Sir, it is, thank you!”

As we dressed to finish our chores, “Aunt Jean I was impressed with you as a hot fuck, and I have decided I would enjoy continuing our relationship. I will make sure that you get the discipline you require.

She bowed her head again and said “Thank You, Master!”

I slapped her on the Ass as we went outside!

Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened it was only written for You, the Reader and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up 

Aunt Jean



copyright ©2008 All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to describe how he felt at the moment -- so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He had been so freakin' stupid! 

She said she was going to the grocery store! 

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin' rush to get to his room to gawk at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin' bikini top undone, her half way decent ass barely covered. He ran up the stairs, praying, hoping that he'd get to his bedroom window and not miss it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbows to reach for her ice tea or whatever the hell she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her naked tits for at least five seconds. 

Even without the bare tit or tits, he'd still have a good time beating off, watching her, thinking about how good it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jiz all over her face, her tits, her ass. He'd look at her nearly naked body and think about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porn vids his friend Josh would let him rent when the manager wasn't in the store. Ron had made copies of ten of them with his two VCRs. 

Watching Mrs. Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually each made the other better. Without the porn vids he would never have thought of ramming his cock into her hot asshole, or rough fucking her mouth, or having his cock between her big tits, her hands holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding prick then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he'd imagine the chicks in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, "Harder! Harder! Ron! Fuck me harder!" 

He would watch her from his bedroom window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his crank seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned redwood chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, and the combo of that would make him cum so freakin' hard he'd shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn good while his prick pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he'd feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls. 

He wasn't a virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn't have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few "Clinton" hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin' nervous, that whenever he had a chance to talk to the girl his brain would go blank, switch off. Most girls thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what. 

There had been two girls during the past couple years he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to know them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he'd mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he'd say he had to see the coach or something. Excuses to walk away so they wouldn't see how much he liked them and how damn stupid and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked! 

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

He wasn't thirteen anymore! He wasn't sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to admit it, but he really didn't think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now! When his father went around the country for three months every summer to supervise road or freakin' bridge construction or whatever that damn company built around the country, he didn't need Aunt Jean to freakin' baby-sit him anymore! He would be in college in a few months! He would have been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin' fifteen! 

And she was so freakin' weird! She had never gone swimming in the freakin' pool, not once, not one freakin' time during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin' big on her! The only freakin' parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head! 

All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered against her side and she wasn't fat at all, which just proved what a freakin' dork she was! She couldn't even buy clothes that fit right! And that fuckin' freak eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those stupid large plastic frame glasses! It was like she was a freakin' cyclops, or... or always taking a freakin' eye test looking at a fuckin' chart on the wall! 

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that last thought. He was an asshole. She wasn't a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd shape to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards "J" on her face was from a car crash when she was about his age. It hadn't even been her fault. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky part of her face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other shit, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had other operations too but he hadn't gone into much detail about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summers she stayed with him, although she wouldn't let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a replacement mom either. If he thought about it, she had been nice, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to pull something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn't a tattletale, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad's instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the rules. 

Those times had made him mad as hell because he never told on her. He hadn't really noticed when he was thirteen that first summer, actually it wasn't until near the end of the next summer that he figured out Aunt Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would forget to angle her face away when she spoke to him, and she'd forget to used her hand to hide the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn't even wearing her thick framed glasses when he first walked into the family area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of words that let him catch on to it. 

Those nights would always end the same way. She'd go to the guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She'd take a bath, or shower in the guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hours she'd be in the bedroom, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed other signs too. She always used one of the dark blue glasses they had when she drank alcohol, not the clear glasses. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn't want to get her in trouble, and she hadn't told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some rule -- I won't tell your Dad this time, but you have to promise me you won't do that again. He'd always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin' grocery store!

He got off the bed and started pacing. He'd have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life. 

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really young her weird eye didn't bother him much. She'd always play with him quite a bit when she'd visit for a week or so during summers and a week during Christmastime. Maybe she knew how to relate to kids better. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early times, and he couldn't remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the side when she talked with him. Ron couldn't even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an evening or day when Mom and Dad went out. 

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she'd be really pretty if she didn't have the ugly eye. In his boy's way, he had thought it was a compliment. The comment had made her cry. He wasn't sure, but he sort of recalled that after that, she had started angling her face slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the hugs started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her. 

But she said she was going grocery shopping! 

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, ready to feel the surge, slowing down the strokes, squeezing his hand tighter around his aching hard, thick prick, his sliding hand was Mrs. Gregerson's torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body stiffening, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom door abruptly swung opened. 

He wasn't sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his hand still gripping his deep red, throbbing rod. He wasn't certain he had jumped, but he was positive Aunt Jean had. She had let out a brief high pitched yelp too. Her good eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open wider too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch crease by her odd, disfigured cheekbone. She had frozen after her little "EEEK!" Her eyes fixed on the hard rod in his hand. It had to look like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn't have dropped lower. 

He had frozen in pose too, still hunched over a little, gripping his throbbing prick at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least super slow motion. Her eyes on his cock, his eyes on the extra distortion behind her thick framed glasses around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn't have been more than a couple, yet he recalled that he had thought at the time, Why aren't either of us moving? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still open wide like an elongated "0," then the next moment, she dropped the folded tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arms, turned and ran out of the room. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the button on the knob to lock it. 

That was forty minutes ago. Jeezuz. It's only June tenth! I have to face her for two and a half months more! I'm eighteen! She doesn't have to be here! 

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to take care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a hell of a lot and that worried him, things getting out of control, someone getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron take this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just enjoy himself before college started, that the old adage about boredom being he devil's playground had some validity to it. 

Ron had said he could trust him a dozen times, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure worked, he knew that even if Ron didn't plan a party, maybe some friends would just show up some afternoon, and in a friendly way they'd share a six pack and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn't be that bad because everyone would be careful and adult about it. 

Dad then admitted that half of the reason, maybe the larger part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to stay the summer again, was for Jean. He said it was good for her to get out of her little house, swim in their pool, relax in a change of scenery. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pool, Dad hadn't believed him at first then had sort of believed him. Dad said that Jean had some unresolved "issues" since the auto accident. It wasn't just her face that was injured but she had other scars too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very pretty girl, very nice and sweet, popular, and all that in high school, then in her senior year the accident had happened. Ron had been about six at the time. 

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That's why I don't remember her face being fucked up when I was real little. A second realization hit him. When he was really young, she had only been a girl, like twelve or thirteen. That would make her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him-- He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad's little sister, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn't Dad been in high school when she was born? No, maybe he was in middle school? How old is she? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought "dork" when he'd look at her, not any age. Ron's gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her throat. "Ron? Ron, I... I think we... um... I think we need to have a brief talk. I... I'll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay?"

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Ron took a slow breath. "Uh... yeah. I'll meet you in the kitchen, in... in a minute."

"All right."

FUCK!  FUCK! FUCK! His gut was in a knot. He had been hoping she'd just pretend it hadn't happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with. 

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to cover her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her head moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the side of the table, her good profile towards him. It was their usual positions on the rare occasions they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in front of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen area. 

Ron took a quick breath. "I'm... I'm really sorry, Aunt Jean. I..." He didn't know what else to say.

"I... I'm sorry too. I... I should have knocked. I..." She stopped talking and sipped her water. "I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn't think you were home." She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and spoke fast, "Are you going to mention this to Dad?"

Jean kept staring at her water glass. "No." She took another breath. "I don't think that's... it's not necessary. You... you were just doing what... what a normal boy would do. And... and I know when there are... are attractive women around that..."

OH SHIT! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson!  Ron's gut knotted tighter.

"... that guys... boys, I mean... young men..." She took a sip of water. "That guys will... will have thoughts and.... and will fantasize." Another sip of water. "Girls... girls... I mean, everyone... I mean both sexes... masturbate. It's... it's a psychological and biological function. So... so... I don't... I don't think you should feel embarrassed about... about it. And... I... I can understand why... why you were watching Eileen, but... but..." She took another sip of water. "I'm not sure... that... that you should be looking at her... without.... her... I mean... without her knowledge, it's like you're... I... I mean... I don't think that's a good... habit to..." 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. "You're eighteen, Ron, I... I know you think I shouldn't be saying anything to you about this, so... I... I mean, I guess that's right. You're a young man now, and I'm... I'm...." 

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her eyes. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. "And... I'm just some... some ug... some... aunt who's a... a grade school teacher, so... so I know I shouldn't be telling you how to live you life or... or what to do." 

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. "And... and... I... I really didn't mean to... to just stand there, but... but... I was... so... so shocked... I mean surprised, that I... I froze. I'm sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I'll never again go into your room without knocking first, even... even if I'm sure you're with your friends or out on a date with some girl or something." Jean took one more sip of water. "Is there anything... do you want to say anything?"

"I... I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm... I'm very, very sorry."

Jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. "I... I... I'm going to do the grocery shopping now."

"I'm... I think I'm gonna drive over to Josh's and... and I may uh... grab a burger later... with... uh... the guys. So... I'll be home... like late."

"All right." At the doorway to the laundry room she lowered her hand from her face.





Aunt Jean



He stopped the car in the usual spot he parked on the driveway. The normal thing for him to do, was to go into the family room and watch the big TV. There was a music show on cable he watched every Friday night when he didn't have a date or wasn't at some party, which was usually every freakin' Friday night. His last date was three months ago, with a girl he had no interest in at all. He had asked her out, in essence as practice. It had bored the hell out of him, and the girl had known it. She had a awful time too.

When he entered the family room he was surprised Aunt Jean was sitting oddly in her usual spot in the upholstered arm chair. Her posture was usually lousy, but he had never seen her slouched so much. His eyes went to the dark blue glass in her hand. "Hi, Aunt Jean." He didn't watch but out the corner of his eye he didn't see her move or her hand rise to hold her dorkwad glasses and profile in the usual attempt to cover most of her freak eye. 

"Hi." She took a drink, tilting the glass high. She lowered it. "I s'pose you're gonna... wash that music show."

Ron sat on the couch. She was half wasted. No, probably fully wasted. He had never seen her truly drunk, then again he had never tried to rate her drunkeness either. "Don't have to. Watch what you're watching.

"I'm not washin' it... anything."

"Mind if I switch it?"

"No... swish it."

He took the remote from the occasional table by her chair. He sat on the couch and changed the channel. He heard her finish her drink, not the swallowing but the clinking ice in the afterwards shake of the glass.

"You... you wash her a lot, don' chew?"

Ron's gut tightened. He looked at her. Another new oddity. Her right leg was folded up, her little foot in the thick white sock flat on the cushion, her knee was slightly wagging back and forth. "Pardon me?"

Jean stopped her leg not even sure why it had started moving. "Nothin'." She took a deep breath, then stood up. "I'm goin' ta bed." The glass slipped out of her hand, it didn't break just bounced on the carpet, and tossed its five ice cubes out. "Fuck." She knelt down and then went into a crawling position to move around to gather the ice cubes. 

Ron moved quickly. He crouched down and reached for one of the cubes. He smelled whiskey. Jean slapped his hand away.

"I'll pick 'em up." She put the last two cubes back in her glass, stood up and went to the kitchen. 

Ron was shocked that she had slapped his hand when he had been trying to help. That was another first, as was her very obvious weaving as she walked, it had never been that bad, and he had definitely never her heard her say "damn" let alone "fuck." He knew it had to be related to what happened earlier in the day. She wasn't supposed to be home! He sat on the couch and watched the music show until it ended at 1:00AM, wondering the whole time if things would ever be normal again with Aunt Jean. 

He turned off the TV and then switched off the family area lamp. He flicked the switch for the little tread lights as he headed upstairs he heard it. Aunt Jean was crying again - intermittent sobbing, taking quick breaths in between. He figured she always tried to stifle the sobbing by taking breaths so it would mostly be silent except for the breaths. Now there was some momentary sobbing, then she moaned like some little girl crying. He frowned. She was supposed to be at the fuckin' grocery store! It was all his fault. He took the last few stairs to the second floor. He saw her door was open a crack. A small lamp must be on. Maybe from the dresser. He listened to her odd sobbing-moaning. 

"Hmmmm-huh-huh-uhhhhhh."

He started towards his room down the hall away from hers. More sobbing. He stopped in front of his closed bedroom door. He knew it was his fault this time. She was supposed to be shopping! He opened the door and took one step inside his room and halted again. He muttered, "Fucking shit." He exhaled, then turned around. He should apologize again, maybe ask if she wanted anything, maybe even ask if she needed to talk. He exhaled a whisper, "Fucking shit." 

He walked towards her door. It had to be a little lamp on in there. The light wasn't very bright. When he cleaned the room before she arrived this summer, there were those two little lamps on the dresser. He exhaled another whisper, "Fucking damn." At her door he tapped on it with his fingertips. There was that weird sob again. He tapped louder. The last thing he wanted to do was scare or surprise her with a loud knock. He whispered, "Aunt Jean?" He tapped a little harder again with his fingertips, while whispering her name once more. The tapping still wasn't very loud but doing it harder made the door swing open. 

He froze. It wasn't Aunt Jean on the bed! Wait. It was Aunt Jean on the bed! He didn't know it but his face was a carbon copy of Jean's this morning in his room. In fact everything was reversed. Aunt Jean was naked on the bed and she was beating off!

From his vantage point he had an angled view of the bed in the large bedroom. She was in a sort of half doggy position, her ass up but her head and shoulders down on the mattress. Her head was turned to the side facing towards him. Her eyes were closed. Her large black framed glasses were off, and her hair had fallen over her freak eye hiding it. It was one reason he had thought it was someone else. Her face looked totally different and every other part of her except for her forearms and ankles didn't look like anything he had imagined if he had ever even tried to imagine her body. 

She had a very hot apple ass, in her position her shoulders weren't hunched over so her back had a nice, sleek sloping curve down to her shoulders. He could see the underside of one breast, pressed against the mattress. It wasn't showing much at all, just a small bulging curve, not big by any means, but it was obvious she wasn't totally flat chested which was the impression most of the time, or maybe he had never really looked at her chest, or maybe it was because of her usual hunched posture. Her thighs were larger than her calves but not like the thunder thighs that would sort of go with her calves and fat ankles. Even her calves somehow looked different without her sneakers and socks, not fat, but much slimmer, smooth, toned, maybe it was the socks and fat ankles that just made them look odd before this. 

She was panting and moaning, not weird sobbing. His visual angle didn't give him any decent view of her pussy, but her arm was under her and it was obvious her fingers were playing with it, rubbing her clit nearly frantically. She started to tremble more. Her good eye opened and saw him a moment later. The biggest shock to him, even greater than seeing her like this was that she didn't scream. She kept looking at him, staring, almost glaring anger in her good eye. Her hand worked faster, almost viciously. Her eye closed as her breathing got more ragged. He saw her jaw clench and her lips pulled back, not in a smile, more of a grimace. He could hear hissing in-out, in-out, as she drew air in and exhaled it. Her eye opened again and gazed at him with definite anger.

"You... watch... Eileen.... a... a... a.... lot... but... but not... not... not girls... like... like... me... me. No... no one does... would." Jean shut her eyes tight as her body started twitching hard. Uh... uh... uh... UH!" She began shaking harder, then the twitching became jerking. Her face turned into her pillow. She worked her fingers harder. Her other arm was shaking as it reached back. Her fingers slid between her buns into her deep crack, it looked like two fingertips were circling her anus pressing firmly. "Ohhhhh... oh... uh... UH!" Her body started convulsing. "AHH!"

Ron finally came to his senses. He grabbed the doorknob and had enough mind not to slam it shut as he backed quickly into the hall. He hadn't even realized he had stepped inside. He turned and headed to his room at a quick pace. He got to his room and didn't slam that door closed either but quickly pressed the lock button. He sat on edge of the bed in the dark. 

What the fuck just happened?! He tried to get his brain working. His hand absentmindedly cupped his balls. It took him a few seconds to realize he had a throbbing hard-on. He yanked his hand away. How could she have a body like that?! And her face! That didn't even look like her! He realized he was breathing fast too, not as fast as her and probably not for the same reasons, maybe similar reasons, at least a little, but the rest of it, was... shock. Jeezuz! I just stood there! She's going to tell Dad this shit! How the fuck could I know she was freakin' playin' with herself?! FUCK! He tried to remember everything. She hadn't told him to leave, to get out, she hadn't screamed when she saw him. She had said something about Eileen, watching Mrs. Gregerson, but not her. Something like that.

THAP! THAP! THAP! 

Ron's eyes almost popped out of his head and he jumped up from the bed.

Jean pressed both her palms against the door, not pushing, just pressing. "I don' care! I jus' don' care anymore!" She panted few more breaths. Raised her hand and slapped the door again. THAP! THAP! THAP! "Do ya hear me?! I JUS' DON' CARE ANYMORE!" She turned around and weaved back to her room. She backhanded her bedroom door shoving it. Wham! It slammed shut. She had switched on the bedside table lamp, so now when she turned off the tea lamp on the dresser, she had light to her bed. She got in, pulled the covers up, switched off the lamp, turned onto her side, her hand slid between her thighs, her finger slowly stroked up and down her slippery labia a dozen times before she dozed off.

Ron finally undressed and got into bed at 2AM. He tossed and turned not able to sleep. At 3AM, he turned onto his stomach, shoved a pillow under his aching hard cock. For five minutes he fucked the pillow. It was Aunt Jean's perfect ass and he pumped a full load into her hot, tight asshole.





Aunt Jean



He looked a little higher. Her tits weren't bad, nothing to write home about, but her nipples were fantastic, big, pink raspberries, or like those movie theater gumdrops. He thought about sucking them as hard as he could then giving each a few good nipping bites. There were two scars, nearly parallel running diagonally from the side of her breast up across part of the top of her left breast to the center of her chest near her collar bone. They were noticeable but not deep ugly scars, just 1/4" wide, slightly raised, streaks of whiter shiny skin. There were more noticeable ones on her right side ribs, four or five, a couple deep and short, the others longer, four inches long or so. There was another three incher at the spot where her right arm joined her shoulder, and three low on her abdomen to the side, two pretty long and one that was a good 8 inches long and wide. That looked more like a surgical scar though, the same with one on her abdomen. 

He looked at her face. Except for the freaky eye, it wasn't Aunt Jean, it was some... some extremely hot mom... no, she looked hell of a lot younger than any of his friends' moms... more like that young couple with the baby down the street, that chick was very hot too, no... no... Jean looked like some hot college chick, yeah... a very hot, slutty college chick. Oh fuck! Oh jeezuz! He felt the urge to shoot his wad. He shut his eyes and just squeezed the head of his dick. He waited a few moments then opened his eyes. Aunt Jean was trembling now. He looked at her ass again, her cunt, her tits, then her face. Probably from a jerk of her head, her hair was covering her freak eye again, and the good one was locked on his cock. 

Ron shoved his jeans and underwear down to his thighs then began giving himself slow squeezing strokes. He didn't want to shoot yet. Jean's panting grew faster, louder. He looked at her face again. She licked her lips, then her eyes shut tightly for a moment as she shook then twitched three times. He gazed at her cunt and asshole. Her fingers shoved deep, then slowly twisted side to side. At her cunt three fingers were now swirling on her clit and slit. Her pink labs were glistening wet, as was her relatively small patch of very thick pubic hair. It looked like fur.

Jean's eyes shut tight again. "Mm... mm... mm... uh... OH!" Her head flew back, arching her neck. She felt her body go out of control. "OHHHHH! UH! MMMH!" Her fingers kept twisting in her ass, the ones at her clit were rubbing frantically. It was a blur of motion.

Ron's body went rigid. "ARRH.... FUCK!" His cock surged, the tip began spewing a half dozen streams, arcing up then landing on her bed sheet. The second shot sent the most jiz out, it landed less than a few inches from Aunt Jean's ass. He still gripped his cock and it stayed hard while he watched Aunt Jean peek.

"ARRH... ARRH... AHH!"

Ron gazed at Jean's body convulsed for ten seconds, then her hands slowed, the fingers in her ass pulled out and the ones at her pussy slowed, then only one finger slowly stroked her clit and labia. Her arms shifted and her legs unfolded, she moved on the bed, then rolled onto her tummy. Her body was still trembling as she gasped deep breaths. Her arm move under her. Her head turned to the right, her hair still hiding the disfigured eye. Ron stood there stroking his softening cock just staring at her pouting, perfect, apple ass, and glancing now and then at her finger barely showing between her legs, still playing little slow circles around her pink gem. It did look large. He stayed there for a few more minutes until her hand pulled out from under her. Her body shifted. She pulled up the top sheet and covered herself. She inhaled a deep breath and sighed. It looked like she was going to go to sleep.

Ron took his hand off his cock pulled up his underwear and jeans. In a near daze, he turned off the TV but forgot the VCR, then went to the dresser and switched off the tea lamp. He closed her bedroom door and walked down to his room. When he turned the light on he saw the bottom drawer of his chest pulled open. Two sweaters half hanging out and three of his copied porn vids were laying on the floor. He didn't give it any thought, undressed, got into bed and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.





Aunt Jean



"Uh! Urrrh!" Jean's hips twisted, but she didn't say stop or even no. For a few more seconds Jean tried to push and squirm away and then her spine arched pressing the back of her head into the pillow. "Ahhhhh...... urrrmmm," she moaned, then started panting. 

He had tasted cunt one time, right before his second fuck experience. He hadn't loved it, nor did it disgust him. At the time he was pretty drunk and just wanted to get his rocks off and thought licking the girl's cunt would get her to reciprocate and do his cock. It was just a thing to do at the time. But now, he felt possessed, not only did he want to stick his tongue in Jean's cunt, lick it, diddle it, suck and rub his tongue on her incredible clit, but also wanted to make her squirm and pant and scream in orgasmic delight. He wanted to taste her and remember her flavor forever. In a non sequitur, contradictory way, he subliminally wanted to punish the daytime Aunt Jean by giving as much pleasure as he possibly could to hot Jean of the night. He also wanted to plunge his cock into her every way possible, fill every orifice she had with his hot, sticky jiz.

Jean had never felt anything like it. It was her finger but a thousand times better. It felt so good. She never wanted it to stop. She started trembling and knew it was starting. Without thinking her hands reached for his head, one hand cupping the back, the other raking her spread, curled fingers through his hair. She raised her own head. And saw his face down there on her womanhood, his eyes closed as if she tasted sweet as candy, she never thought she would feel this, she never thought she would see any guy's face down there, any man's tongue pushing into her, wriggling, squirming, lapping her. Each lick, each wet, warm, slippery movement sent shivers through her, and then she saw something greater than that, his eyes opened and looked into hers and he stayed right were he was. It was all a dream, she was high again, drunk, her mind making fantasies come true for a few minutes. His eyes look so real though, so real and he was looking at her, he was really looking at her and not turning away, not laughing, not pointing. 

Her head became too heavy and she had to let it flop back on the pillow. More shivers, more twitching, tingles so intense it traveled to her core, and then over ever square inch of her skin and all through her body, and it made her shake... squirm... jerk... Oh... more... more... more... 

He felt her hand gripping his hair as her hips squirmed straining to push her drooling cunt into his mouth.

Jean's back arched. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h.... AH... AHHHH!" Her orgasm overwhelmed her, a slice of relief, a slice of freedom, and pleasure so strong she didn't have to think, didn't have to do anything, even move her body, the pleasure did that for her as wave after wave of orgasmic delight coursed through her. It may have only been a minute or two, but the intensity of it, time was irrelevent.

When her twitching and jerking slowed, her hands disappeared from his head, and he retracted his aching, tired tongue back into his mouth. He smeared his face over her slippery slit and wet muff. He was panting, his cock was aching, his balls screaming. Just as in the porn vid, he rose to his feet kept his hands behind her knees, leaned over her and ordered, "Stick my cock in, now... stick it in." Jean twisted to get her arm between her folded legs. He watched her delicate hand guide his rod to her channel and after he nudged the head in, he immediately rammed his thick, stiff cock into her as hard as he could. Her petite body recoiled just as in the vid.

"OH!" It was something else she had wanted to feel again for so many years. She felt it retreat then plunge in, again, again, again... 

Thap... Thap... Thap... Their groins rammed together with each of Ron's thrusts

Her body lurched each time. She wasn't aware she responded with a brief moan after each plunge of Ron's thick, hard cock, "Uh... Uh... Uh..."

She tried to keep in place, but his passionate thrusts kept pushing her towards the center of the bed. His hands moved, sliding from around from the backs of her knees to where her thighs met her torso. He pulled her to the edge of the mattress again, this time he raised her legs by her ankles, forming a "V," then wrapped his arms around so his palms held the front of her thighs. He started thrusting into her again, her body recoiling from the force each time his thighs smacked against her bottom. Her hips started squirming and trying to push towards him to meet each plunge of his thick, hard rod. It was difficult getting the rhythm right. His hands moved her legs again, partially folding them, putting her petite feet flat against his chest. He pushed her with his cock, hands, and body. She started sliding farther onto the bed again. 

Ron wasn't quite sure what he should do next. The position they had been in with her legs up, hadn't been working very well. He wanted her to reach orgasm, he wanted to know he had made her feel good, he wanted to know he could bring a chick to orgasm with his cock. He wasn't sure why that seemed so important. Punishing her with pleasure? As he continued moving her, he kept trying to remember positions and how the guys in the porn vids did it. 

He let her feet down to the sheet when he got on the bed with her. He pushed and she slid, then he turned her angling her towards the headboard. They were in a missionary position, her legs bent slightly at the knees above the mattress, him between her spread thighs. His hands slid under her upper back, his palms cupped around her shoulders. She was gasping her breaths, her eyes were staring into his with an expression of fear and excitement, at least he hoped he was right about the latter. He looked at her neck then her smallish breasts and her gumdrop nipples. 

His hips started moving and his cock started sliding in and back, in and back within her very snug, very warm, very slippery cunt. He didn't ram it in, kept doing it slowly but not that slowly. Jean started pushing with her hips and legs and started meeting each probe of his throbbing cock. Her arms moved, her palms pressed against the sides of his chest. He kept moving his hips, as he gave her breasts kisses, then sucked her taut large nipples, rubbing his tongue ravenously on them. 

"Mmm-m-m-mhh," Jean moaned as her eyes closed. She felt the tempo of his sliding cock increase and she compensated with her own rocking, squirming, thrusting movements. It felt so good, so glorious. It had been so long, so very long. It really was her first time all over again, but so much better. She knew that even in her inebriated state.

He gave her arched throat a moist, breathy necklace of kisses. He pushed his face into her soft, brunette hair. He kissed her ear. He was panting. "Jean... I... I can't last much... longer."

"Yes... yes... yes..." Jean panted her words as her own movements grew more urgent.

Ron's cock picked up speed and force. His hands cupping her shoulders held her tighter. "Arrrrhhh... ahhh... jeezuz." He thrust harder and they both heard the thap-thap-thap of his groin meeting hers. A few seconds later, he was pounding his prick as deep and forcefully into her as he had at the edge of the bed. 

Her hips responded in kind. She knew she was getting close to orgasm again, but at the moment what she wanted more than that was to feel Ron reach it. She never thought it would ever happen again after her two fumbling, naive experiences with her high school boyfriend. She hadn't peaked those times, but she had felt a wonderful psychological rush knowing her boyfriend had. The boy who started dating someone else at the end of her fifth week in the hospital. Her voice was breathy and urgent, "C'mon, baby... I wanna feel it... feel you cum... cum in me... cum in me."

He shoved deep again and didn't pull back. He savagely grinded his cock inside her, and his groin against her pussy. She felt perfect around him, tight, wet, warm, so damn perfect. "Ahh..... urrrhhh.... ahh.... fu-uck!" His body clenched tight.

They both felt Ron's cock surge. Jean's legs flexed as she pushed towards Ron, her hips swaying and squirming. Her pubis grinding against his, mashing and rubbing her shivering, turgid, pink clit against his pubic bone. Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her. She flexed her vaginal canal tight around his cock. She felt it begin quick convulsions around him beginning her own orgasm.

"Urrrrhhh.... Ronnnn... mmmmhhhh!" Jean peaked, not as intensely as she had from his tongue, but that didn't matter. She could feel each spasm of his thick manhood, and each dollop of his viscous heat spew deep in her channel. She clenched her jaw and kept grinding towards him. He had so much goop. He just kept pumping and pumping, liquid heat streamed into her. It hadn't been like this with her boyfriend at all. "Ohhhhmmmm.... ohgod... oh gahhhhd."

Ron's cock didn't deflate instantly with the last surge. He was sure there was more jiz in his reservoir. His cupped hands holding her shoulders, held tighter as he pushed his face into her profile, her hair had the fragrance of sweet herbs and flowers. He pulled back and started thrusting again.

Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap...

"Oh!" The renewed thrusting surprised Jean. Her hips squirmed wildly. Her orgasm intensified. "Oh... oh Ron!" Her body started convulsing under him, completely out of her control as waves of erotic pleasure coursed and crashed through her body. She felt his body go rigid again, and once more she felt his cock surge and more liquid heat spurted deep in her snug channel. "Oh... oh god... mmmmmhhh," she moaned. She felt his body still tensed but his face moved, pushing into hair, then something happened that she thought she had less of a chance of experiencing again than sex.

Ron's torso shifted and rose on his elbows. His forearms slid under her shoulders so his palms would cup the sides of Jean's face. He looked into her eyes for a couple moments, then his face lowered. His mouth met hers. His tongue slowly slid between her soft lips and caressed her dumbfounded static tongue. Then hers started to move too and a oral erotic dance began. Her arms encircled his neck. His hands slid to the back of her head. She pressed her body towards him. He liked feeling her turgid, gumdrop nipples press into his chest. He was glad his cock was deflating slowly and was still within her. He sensed her channel grip his muscle again and he flexed his cock automatically. He felt her shiver again when he did. 

At nearly the same moment, they both thought how good it had all felt, how perfect it had been, and each knew they wanted to experience it again and again and again.





Aunt Jean



He returned home around 10PM. His cock was already fully erect and his balls were aching for relief as he forced himself not to run up to her room, although he did take the stairs faster than normal. Her door was open, one of the small lamps was on. When he stepped across the threshold, Jean, as usual, was naked on her bed, drinking from the blue glass. He could tell she was at least half wasted. She swiveled on the bed still somewhat leaning back against the headboard. He saw she had shaved her muff, just like the ripped out magazine picture. Ron liked it, but nearly immediately found himself wishing for the thick haired furry bush. He realized he had really enjoyed rubbing his face into her "fur." 

"I got a haircut, like you wannid me to, Ron." She took a gulp from the blue glass. "How come you din't come home earlier? I've been waitin' for you. Are you gonna fuck me now? Is that why you wannid me to cut my cunt hair, huh?"  

Ron's cock was throbbing. He couldn't quite read his aunt. She seemed horny, had to be the way she was lightly and seemingly absentmindedly fingering her clit, yet her expression and voice made him think she was angry, not necessarily that he was late, because he wasn't, but angry in general. 

"Com' 'ere. You wan' me to suck your cock, don't you?"

Ron stopped thinking with his brain and thought only with his prick. "Yeah. I want you to suck it." He pulled off his shirt then started on his baggy shorts.

"You wan' me to suck it like a slut, right? Huh? You want me to be a slut for you?"

"Yeah... yeah, like a slut. And... suck the head really hard when I tell you to."

" 'Kay. I'll do that."

He knelt on the bed and Jean got on all fours, put one hand on the base of his thick prick, laved the head, then the rod with her tongue, then took it into her mouth. Ron half moaned, half grunted. He leaned forward and ran his hands down her back to her perfect apple ass, stroking her buns for a while, then her back again. She was giving head a lot better than the first couple times. He rarely felt her teeth, the "O" of her mouth gripped him tightly as it slid down to meet her hand stroking up. Sometimes she moaned, hummed really, and it sent a very nice vibration through his tool. He'd usually groan in response. Once she hummed a giggle after his utterance and that almost made him shoot his wad. He kept looking at her ass, touching it, stroking it, squeezing it. He really wanted to push his cock into her ass. Her cunt was really tight, but he expected her hot asshole would be even tighter. Just the thought of doing it almost made him cum. He told her to suck the head really hard. She did, and as per usual, he had to lean away and push her head with his palm to get her to stop. POP! She said what she did sometimes, that she wanted him to cum in her mouth just like she "cummed" on his mouth. 

Again, he really wanted, almost needed, to make her reach orgasm first. He didn't wonder why anymore, he just wanted to make her cum first. He told her to lay down, then he slid off the bed and pulled her hips to the edge as he had that very first time. He folded her legs up and back and held them there as his mouth devoured her newly coifed pussy. She got very wet, and with his own saliva a trickle of slippery juice drooled down over her hot little anus. He told her to hold her legs back herself, so her arms laced around her calves, her hands cupped the backs of her fat ankles. His tongue and mouth kept working her cunt and her wondrous, large, turgid clit while he drew his right hand down the back of her thigh and moved it below his chin. His thumb planted on her hot, squinting orifice already lubed with his drooling saliva and her pussy juice. He slid it over and around the hot spot with firm strokes.

Jean tensed for a moment, which just made the wonderful shivering tingles from her pussy intensify. "Mmmmhh... oh... oh yeahhh... yeahhh," she moaned as she pushed up towards his mouth and started slowly squirming her hips.

Without really thinking what he was doing, he sucked her thin, delicate labia into his mouth, rubbing his tongue firmly and quickly against the trapped pussy lips, then pushed them nearly all the way out, but quickly sucked them back in, more tongue strokes, then pushed out, sucked in, pushed out, sucked in over and over again while his tongue wildly stroked them, and his thumb rubbed faster on her torrid, slippery asshole. Jean started trembling and pushing towards his mouth more intensely.

"Oh... oh god... wha' 're you doin'... oh... oh god... don'... don' stop... oh god tha' feels good... so... good."

He kept it up for another half minute, then let her pink petals slip out. He stabbed his tongue into her weeping channel, swirling it around crazily as his thumb continued stroking her anus.

"Oh... oh... oh gahhhhhd." Jean started panting. Ron's mouth moved slightly and his tongue slid to her large, taut clit. He sucked it firmly but gently as his tongue rubbed it furiously. He'd never get enough of her incredible clit.

"OH! OHHHHHH-H-H!" Jean's eyes shut tight, as she lost control of her body. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her, making her push her hips up and press her slit right up against Ron's wet mouth, her neck then her back arched, her cunt began contracting over and over again as her body quaked from the intensity of her orgasm.

Ron kept his tongue working until Jean's twitching became jerking. He didn't want to chance hurting her with his teeth, so he smeared his face against her wet, slippery slit. Before Jean he had never given much thought to whether or not a cunt could actually be pretty. Jean's was. With its delicate pink lips, large clit, and satin texture, it really did look, feel, and taste like some exotic, erotic flower. Knowing how snug, warm, and wet it was around his cock, made it even more beautiful. He needed to be inside her. He turned his head and looked at the wooden chair at the desk. He had wanted to try something he had seen on one of his porn vids. He hoped Jean was sober enough to do it. Jean was still trembling and huffing her breaths, but her twitching and jerking had subsided. He turned his face to her pussy again. He gently sucked her turgid clit and furiously rubbed the tip of his tongue on it again.

Jean's eyes shut tight. She started shaking again as her hips rose to push her cunt to Ron's mouth. "Oh-h-h-h-h... ohgod... urrrrrrh!" His tongue intensified the waves of pleasure radiating from between her legs. It was almost too much pleasure. She was nearly frantically panting her breaths. She murmurred, "Oh... oh Ron... Ron."

When Jean started to twitch and jerk again, he gave her drooling cunt a couple face strokes, then pulled her legs down. They hung over the edge of the mattress. He quickly rose from his knees, then got the wooden chair from the desk and brought it to the bed. He'd try what he had seen on that porn vid.

He took her hand and pulled. Jean gave him an inebriated smile as she kept huffing her breaths and sat up. He realized he really liked her smiling. It made her look even prettier and sexier.

Jean released a brief, breathy giggle. Her eyebrows rose. Her voice had a cute lilt to it, "You wan' me to suck your big cock again?" She wondered if he was going to sit in the chair for it.

"No... ahh... yeah.... yeah, just the head, and... and suck it really hard just... just for a little while." 

"'kay." He didn't sit so she reached for his thick cock as she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. She engulfed the head and a little more. Jean sucked it rhythmically like a baby at a nipple but didn't think of it that way. She realized again how thick and big he really was, she thought the same thing each time his wonderful cock first pushed into her pussy. She also knew she only had experienced one other penis with which to compare it. All that mattered was that it was the perfect size for her. 

Ron growled, "Ahhh.... mannnnnn."

Jean liked it when he groaned like that. The "O" of her lips tightened around his circumference and her head started bobbing slowly, sliding her lips down the staff an inch or so, then up until it just slipped over the ridge of the spongy yet firm helmet of his manhood. She did it slowly a few times then picked up speed and slid it down a little farther meeting her gripping hand moving up and down from the base. She decided she wanted to feel Ron lose control and cum in her mouth. She was going to hold it in her mouth, then when he got soft and slipped from her lips, she was going to look up at him, meet his eyes to make sure he was watching, then swallow it all. She wanted to show him that she'd do anything for him. 

"Urrrrhhh... fu-uck... Jean... jus'... jus' suck the head... the head... jus' the head."

"Mmm-mmmh."

The little vibrating hum almost made him pump his wad. His hands held her head. It took some strength for him to get her to stop bobbing. "Jean... jus' the head. I... I want to be inside your pussy. C'mon, jus' the head. Suck it really hard."  

Jean protested with a long, pouting hum, "Mmmmmmhhhh-mmmmhhh."

Ron's eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched. The vibration nearly made him shoot. He struggled to ignore how good it felt. His eyes opened. "Jean... the head... suck hard. Suck it hard."

Jean finally did as he asked. Her cheeks went concave as she suckled the helmet as intensely as she could.

"Urrrrhh... yeah.... yeah." He felt himself loosen on his cum trigger. He felt the head numbing, then a few moments later it started to hurt. As always, when his palm pushed her forehead, Jean tried to resist. He grunted, "Enough... enough." He pushed her forehead harder.

Jean's head jerked back as she kept sucking. POP! She was huffing breaths as her tongue wiggled out of her mouth towards the now dark red head of Ron's cock. "Le' me... le' me suck it more."

Ron's hands moved to her arm pits. He pulled her up to her feet. "No... I need to be inside you." He sat on the chair and pulled one of her hands to his shoulder then both his hands went to her waist. "Step onto the side rungs of the chair, then... then lower down onto my dick. Know what I mean?"

"Ummm... 'kay." She put her other hand on his other shoulder. She giggled as she placed left foot on the side rung, then wobbled a little as she placed her other petite foot on the opposite rung. "Oh...'kay... I get it."

Ron moved his hands to her hips. He watched her right hand take hold of his throbbing rod. Her legs started to bend at her knees. He watched her glistening cunt move to the tip of his prick. Her delicate, pink labia were flared open from his oral ministrations. She rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wet, slippery slit, then she lowered more and the head nudged inside her warm, wet channel.

"Urrrhhhh," Ron groaned.

Jean giggled softly at his moan. Her hips swayed as she pushed down slightly. More of his thick, hard rod slid into her tight, juicy channel. He felt extra big, then she realized that her legs flexing holding herself up, was also making her pussy clench. She held his shoulders tighter and put some of her weight on him, relaxing her legs a little and her pussy followed suit. She pushed down while still swaying her hips and half of his cock worked into her cunt.

"Ahhhh.... jeezuz... Jean, that... that feels so good."

Jean smiled, then pushed down harder. It felt very good to her too. She liked gripping him so tightly, feeling every fraction of his hardness sliding up into her. She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply, then her breathing quickened as she took the last inch of him inside her. She felt the firm yet spongy helmet push against her cervix. "Ohhhhh.... mmmmmmhhhh." 

She felt Ron's hands hold her hips tighter, felt his thighs flex and then he pushed up into her as his hands made her ass move side to side on his lap. Her back arched as she did the movement herself, squirming on his thighs. She pushed down harder and as she swayed and rocked, sometimes her large clit smooshed against his pelvic bone. "Oh... mmmhh." She felt his hands nudge her up. Her legs flexed again and her bottom rose slowly, still swaying, her cunt still very tight around his rod, moving up and up until just the bulbous head was inside her. She then pushed down hard and Ron pushed up. Her channel was instantly stretched again. She heard a soft - thap - as her ass met his thighs. She did it again, then again, then again. Thap - thap - thap. 

Jean tilted her head down and watched. Thap-thap-thap. Soon she was bouncing on him. Ron kept pushing up to meet her. "Oh... oh god... mmmmh." She shut her eyes tightly. It was almost like riding a horse, some hot, erotic horse.

Without thinking, Ron's hand left her hip and he brought it down on the cheek of her ass. Smat! "Faster... harder... harder, Jean."

The spank was a shock but she liked the sensation of hot, tingling pins and needles on her bun. She got more crazed, shoving down harder as he wanted. She was panting. She whispered between breaths, "Do... that... some... more."

Ron's other hand moved. As her ass started down again, he gave her left bun a swat. Smat! Then when she rose and started down again, his other hand gave her right cheek a spank. Smat! The left - Smat! The right - Smat!

"Oh!" Jean's bottom was covered with hot, shivering pins and needles. It drove her wild. She was rising and slamming down on Ron's lap so fast and hard he couldn't rise up to meet her. "Oh... oh god.... Ron....Ron... mmmmmhhh." Her eyes were shut tightly. She felt his hands hold her waist. She slammed down on his thick cock again and then grinded wildly on his lap. 

Ron's eyes were shut too. He didn't want to shoot his wad yet. Her cunt felt so very tight and awesome around his prick. He was breathing nearly as ragged and fast as she was. "Hold... hold on. I wanna.... get on the bed."

"Mmm... do... do we hafta?" She pushed down and grinded even more intensely. She was getting close to another orgasm. She didn't want to move to the bed.

He growled, "Yeah... yeah, we do. Hold on." 

When she leaned forward and encircled his neck with her slender arms, he slid forward on the chair and her legs folded upward against his sides. He gripped the cheeks of her ass with both hands. As he started to stand her legs wrapped around his lower back. He took the couple steps to the bed and lowered her towards the mattress. She kept clinging to him like a baby monkey to its mother as he crawled towards the headboard, his cock still buried deep inside her, her channel gripping his girth tightly. He lowered her to the sheet, then folded her legs up and back and kept them in place in the crooks of his elbow. His hands cupped around her shoulders. He had done it this way before. He needed to fuck her hard and rough. She was already squirming and pushing against his groin. His throbbing thick cock was still buried deep inside her perfect hugging channel.

Jean was panting. "Are... you going to... fuck me... hard... hmmm? Are you gonna... do it hard... really hard?"

He grinded intensely against her pubic bone. He was also huffing his breaths. "Is that what you want? Huh? You want me to fuck you really hard and fast, Jean?"

"Yeah... c'mon... do it... do it to me..... c'mon, Ron... harder... I wanna do it hard."

Her asking for it nearly made him empty his balls into her. He pulled back and slammed into her as hard as he could. Her body lurched but his cupped hands under her shoulders kept her in place on the sheet. He reared back again and rammed into her once more.

"OH! Oh... god... yes.... yessss... faster... oh god, Ron... it feels... so good... so good, baby." She panted a few deep breaths. "So good! Yes! YES!"

Ron's cock became a supercharged piston. Jean bucked under him in perfect timing to meet each of his thrusts. Their pubic bones rammed against each other. It hurt a little but felt wild and crazy, and so it was good. In less than two minutes he knew he was going to pop his rocks. "Oh... jeezuz... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum, Jean... oh fuck... arrrrrhhh!"

"Yes... yes! Deep... deep in me, Ron... ohgod... fill me. Deep... Deep! Fill me... Fill me, Ron! I wanna feel it!"

His mind was reeling so he wondered only a moment if this time was the most verbal for Jean to date. He did want to fill her up. He rammed deep once more, then kept grinding his groin against her and his cock swayed inside her warm, wet, tight channel. "Arrrhh... oh.... oh Jean... oh... fu-UCK!" His cock exploded in her depths gushing gobs of cum into her. Jean pushed and grinded towards him violently. After a half dozen spasms of his throbbing cock, he let her legs unfold down to the mattress. Her legs were bent at the knees slightly as she used them and her back to push up towards him again. He grinded into her once more and then lowered to her chest as his cock rippled another three times shooting blanks. He pushed his face into her fragrant hair, breathing heavily and mumbling, "Jeezuz... Jean... ahh jeez... you're... you're so hot... so good... so perfect." He kept huffing breaths. His body stiffened once again and incredibly his cock shot once more. "Urrh!" He turned his head towards her shoulder just to get cooler air. He kept most of his weight off her with his elbows.

With the last ripple of his cock, she hugged him very tightly with her arms and legs, it was more difficult to breathe and catch his breath. A couple minutes later he felt her shaking slightly, then more. He started to smile as he kept sucking breaths. He was sure she was about to start laughing. He knew if he heard a laugh, he'd laugh too, even though he wasn't aware of what was funny, maybe his total exhaustion. He had just fucked the hot version of his aunt and did feel like chuckling about that, not because it was funny, but that it felt so good, a little laughter would seem to follow the grin on his face. 

She made him feel so good. She made him feel like a man. It was so odd that she was older yet in bed like this, he felt like the older one, or at least equal age with her. Although he had started wishing even more that they could be more normal about it all. Not have two Jeans, one of the day and a different one of the night, but have one single total Jean. Would that ever be possible? He felt her take a deep breath, then her body jerked. He heard something like a cough and realized she wasn't laughing, she was crying. His contented smile instantly vanished. 

He had to use some strength to get her arms and legs to release him. When he did, she rolled onto her side and into a fetal position, in the process his deflated cock slipped out of her. She was crying intensely, sometimes sobbing. He lay on his side, spooning her, pushing his lower arm under her side to wrap both his arms around her petite body, holding her close to him.

"W-W-Wha' have... I-I-I d-d-done?" Jean released a couple sobs. "I'm so... u-u-ugly... a-a-an' now... I'm s-s-so b-b-bad. I... I c-c-can't... h-h-help it-t-t. I... I wan' it. I-I don' wann be... alone. I don' w-wanna be alone. I... I don' wanna be u-u-ugly an' b-b-bad. I'm s-s-sorry... s-s-so s-s-sorry. It's... it's... all m-m-my f-f-fault... m-m-my f-fault." Jean broke down into breath sucking sobs again.

Ron not only felt like the biggest asshole in the world, he also felt a crushing guilt. He realized he was taking advantage of a girl who was obviously a little nuts if not truly crazy. But how was he harming her really? She just said she needed it, and he needed it too. They weren't hurting anyone one else by fucking. No one knew and no one would know. He realized he didn't want to be alone either. Oh shit. He hadn't given it much thought, but he had assumed she was on the pill. She had to be on the pill! His gut tightened more. What if she isn't?! He had to ask about that, obviously not now, but soon. Did she want to stop fucking him, even though she just said she wanted it? He wanted her so damn much but he would never force her to do it. 




Aunt Jean



I woke up about 7:00. It was Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. Since it was the biggest shopping day of the year, I knew I would have the house to myself all day. My wife, her mother, grandmother, and aunt would all be off shopping for hours. I had heard them leaving while it was still dark, but I had slept in for a couple more hours. 

I arose and stretched. I was naked, since this is how I normally sleep. However, since I was not at home, I pulled on a pair of boxers to cover my morning erection before leaving the bedroom. I went to the bathroom and started the shower. Then I went to the kitchen to make coffee.

I was standing in the kitchen waiting on the coffee pot to work its magic when Aunt Jean walked into the kitchen, nearly startling me out of my shorts.

"Hi, " she said. "I decided not to go shopping with the girls."

"Jesus," I said, sounding as startled as I actually was, "You scared me. Good thing I put these boxers on. I might have walking around nude!" I turned toward the coffee pot, keeping my back to her.

"Oh, that's alright," Aunt Jean said, "Seen one, you've seen 'em all."

"Okay, " I said, still a bit shaken, glad that she was standing behind me and could not see my cock which was still sporting morning wood.

But Aunt Jean came up behind me and gave me a big bear hug, squeezing me hard and rocking back and forth. As she continued hugging me from behind, I noticed her hands were hanging very low around my waist,. Her long, thin fingers, sporting perfectly manicured nails no less, were dangling directly in front of the fly of my boxer shorts - less than an inch from my penis.

"Is the coffee ready yet?" squeezing me even tighter. As she did so, one of her hands brushed against my erect cock.

"Oh shit," I thought. "Now I'm in trouble"

However, she did not react badly at all. She simply kept hugging me from behind. I felt her other hand brush my crotch as well and then move away. Looking down I noticed both of her gorgeous hands hanging directly in front of my now throbbing dick. Sensing this was an opportunity I had longed for I gently thrust my pelvis forward enough to put my cock in contact with both of her sexy hands - hands I had dreamed many times would look great wrapped around my young cock.

Aunt Jean obliged me with a quick squeeze - both hands gripping my cock and balls, but then she let loose the bear hug and moved toward the coffee pot. As we parted, I felt her erect nipples brush against my back.

"Can I fix you a cup, " she asked.

After the little bit of hugging and cock squeezing at the coffee pot, I was quite excited. My head was swimming with thoughts of my sexy Aunt Jean. I kept seeing her sexy hands hovering over my boxer shorts and squeezing my cock. However, after grabbing her cup of coffee, she disappeared into her room, leaving me alone in the kitchen with a throbbing hard on. 

After drinking my coffee, I decided to get to work on the yard as I had promised my mother I would do. I showered and changed into my usual yard work garb - one pair of surf shorts and one pair of work boots - and proceeded to tackle the yard. It was warm out, but not hot - around 80. With such nice weather, I got a lot done. 

I came in shortly before noon for a little break and possibly some lunch. Feeling a little sunburned and tired, I grabbed a couple beers and some chips and headed for the couch. I almost sat on Aunt Jean before I realized at the last minute she was stretched out on the couch under a blanket. I stopped myself at the last minute and sat on the love seat adjacent to the couch. There was a bottle of lotion on the coffee table between us. I put some lotion on my shoulders to ease the sun I had gotten due to the clear weather. It looked like Aunt Jean was still sleeping soundly, so I turned on the TV, cracked a beer, and opened the bag of chips. 

When I turned on the TV it came on louder than I expected. My mother is getting hard of hearing and must have cranked it last time she used it. The noise startled Aunt Jean and she sat up suddenly.

"Sorry," I said. "Your sister must have turned it up. She can't hear so good anymore."

This brought a smile form Aunt Jean. 

"No problem," she said. "I was just dozing. My back is hurting."

I should mention that my Aunt Jean takes pain medications for her back pain. Everyone in the family is pretty convinced that she is addicted to Oxycontin since she goes through them like water.

The blanket she was under had slipped off to the floor when Aunt Jean sat up suddenly. She was wearing a small white tank top with lace trim and some dark green shorts. I noticed immediately that she wore no bra. My mother keeps her house at 68 degrees and Aunt Jean's nipples were showing the effects of the icy A/C temperature. I suspected she might not be wearing panties either, but that may have only been my young mind wandering and wishing. 

"Are you done with the yard?" she asked, looking me in the eye apparently aware that I was gazing at her chest.

"It's never done," I replied smiling. "You know how your sister is. She finds more for me to do each time we visit you guys."

This elicited another bright smile. "You're right," she said. "And you're a good man for doing it. And you're a good husband to my niece too," she said smiling again and gently flipping her blonde hair off of her softly rounded pale shoulder. 

"Great," I'm thinking, "Now she's making me feel guilty for having that hard on in the kitchen earlier this morning." So I settle in with my beer and chips to watch some TV.

"Can I have some of that beer?" Aunt Jean asked suddenly. "I'm thirsty."

"Sure," I said handing her the other can. "Help yourself. There's a lot more in the fridge."

Within an hour, Aunt Jean and I consumed a 12 pack of beer and are feeling pretty fine. Everything I say she finds funny and everything she does I find sexy. When she laughs, she tosses her head back and chugs more beer. I watched her throat as she guzzled the beer and I think that I have never seen anything quite so sexy. Each time she leans forward to talk to me her top falls open exposing her pointy breasts. As I lean toward her and laugh she grabs the back of my head and rubs it affectionately, pulling me toward her chest and affording me an even better view of her sexy breasts. We continue like this until she looks me straight in the eye and asks for a back rub.

"My back is really killing me. Would you mid giving it a rub?"

"Not at all," I said - or more accurately slur. "Lemme at it."

My Aunt spread herself out on the couch. I stood beside her, despite the bulge in my shorts, and I proceeded to rub her back. I rubbed tentatively at first, starting with her shoulders and proceeding down to the middle of her back. Her tank top was light and thin and not really in the way. 

"I'm not really sure where it hurts," I say.

"Lower," she whispered. "Low. Slide my top up if you need to. And would you use some lotion?"

I obliged. I slid her top up about half way and I applied some lotion, warming it in my hands first. Then I let my hands slide down her silky skin and began to rub her lower back, just above the green shorts. I applied pressure, leaning forward and using my 200 lb frame to press down on her 120lb body. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned." That's what I need. Mmmmmm."

Encouraged by her moans, I applied more pressure to her lower back, leaning over and using my size to advantage. I continued to press, rubbing her sore back and letting my mind wander. I began to imagine her hands closing around my cock in a way that she had merely hinted at with the little squeeze she gave me at the coffee pot. Eventually her moans lapsed into a deep throbbing sound - soft and rhythmic. I realized after a few more minutes that she was now sound asleep.

"Aw, shit!" I say probably too loud. Catching myself, I continue silently in my head... "She's sound asleep. Guess pain pills don't go with beer." 

I became aware, however, that I had a throbbing hard on. Rubbing Aunt Jean's back and allowing my mind to wander had resulted in a rock hard erection. Maybe it was a good thing she was passed out. I stood up and stretched. I had been bending over her and rubbing her back for some time and the stretch felt good. I was on the verge of being embarrassed by my jutting hard-on when a thought hit me.

"She is passed out cold! She can't see this."

I realized suddenly that Aunt Jean didn't know that I had a throbbing hard on. She didn't know that I had been thinking about her body in the way that I had. She didn't know and she was probably too out of it - between the pills and the beer - to even care if she did know!

This thought swept over me like rain.... Feeling safe and empowered, I poked her lightly with my toe.

"Aunt Jean. Wake up." I said. 

Nothing... I tried again.... nothing. 

Feeling increasingly better about the situation, I leaned forward and tentatively gave her ass a squeeze. She did not move at all. I tried again – a bigger squeeze this time. No reaction from her at all.

Overwhelmed suddenly by a feeling of power, I reached out with both of my hands and grabbed a giant handful of luscious ass cheek with each hand. I squeezed as hard as I could, wiggling each of Aunt Jean's ass sweet cheeks back and forth forcefully until they made a slapping sound. 

I stepped back from her thinking that this would surely awaken her and she would scold me. Nothing! Nothing! She was out cold. 

I noticed then that one of her boobs was sliding out of her little tank top as she lay face down on the couch. The side of her milky white breast bulged out from the lacy tank top and the tit threatened to pop out altogether. I stood transfixed for a moment. These were boobs I had dreamed of touching and now one was partially exposed before me. 

I knelt down beside the couch and kissed my Aunt Jean's breast gently. It was cool to the touch – probably due to the cranking air conditioning. I kissed it again. It began to warm slightly. I licked it repeatedly. Then I squeezed it with my hand. Still my aunt lie passed out cold. 

Easing my hand under my aunt, I slid her tit out of her tank top so that it hung over the edge of the couch. Her nipple was still erect form the cold and I twisted it between my fingers. Still she snored! Stretching out on the floor next to the couch I reached out with my tongue and licked her nipple - the very same pointy nipple I had seen erect under her little tank top earlier. This was the same pointy nipple I had felt brush against my back this morning at the coffee pot. The same pointy nipple I had fantasized about so many times – often while masturbating. I sucked the nipple into my mouth. I sucked it hard for a long, long time. Still she snored. 

Encouraged, I bit the nipple between my teeth. I twisted it harder with my fingers. I bit it again. I bit my aunt's nipple so hard I thought it would bleed... and still she slept. 

Finally, encouraged, impassioned and engorged, I stood again next to my sleeping aunt. I grabbed her little green shorts and slid them down, exposing her sexy pale ass. I was right – she had on no panties. I gently caressed her plump white ass. Then I slipped a finger tentatively between her ass cheeks. Probing forward deeper toward her cunt and adding another finger, I probed forward finding heat and moisture. She was very wet and she let out a very slight moan.

Overwhelmed with desire, I squeezed Aunt Jean's round ass cheeks hard one more time and then slid off my own shorts. I picked up the bottle of lotion. This time neither my sunburned shoulders nor her aching lower back were my target. I put a large dollop of lotion on my throbbing cock head and stroked it a few times, spreading the lotion over its full length. Then I climbed on top of my drunk and passed out aunt, mounting her from behind, and slid my throbbing cock deep into her sopping wet pussy.



Aunt Jean



My name is Richard Jennings. My friends call me Rick. My family calls me Richie. I'm a sophomore in college majoring in Business Administration. I carry a 3.7 average. I'm also on the wrestling team. I'm six feet three inches tall and weigh around two hundred twenty pounds. My record is 19 wins and 2 losses. I've never been pinned.

I say in good shape, because of my wrestling and from helping my Dad. He's a master carpenter. As soon as I could walk I was helping him with all of his home projects.. OK, I got in the way most of the time. Every time he laid down a tool I picked it up. As I grew up he taught me the trade. When I was fourteen I built my Mom a totally new kitchen. She told me what she wanted and I built it. If you want a happy Mom, build her dream kitchen for her.

One weeks into my summer vacation I had just finished my morning workout. I was laying out by the pool soaking up some sun. My Mom walked out.

"Richie, your Aunt Jean just called. She needs some work done on her house. She suggested you come and do the work. She said she would rather pay you than some contractor."

"That's a great idea. I could use the extra spending money. Call her back and tell her I'll be there this weekend."

I was thinking of some rims I saw for my truck. Every truck needs some gnarly rims.

My Aunt Jean is my Mothers sister. She is six years younger. She's a Real Estate Broker and has her own business.. She lives about two hundred miles from us. 

Three years ago her husband was killed in a car accident. The cops were chasing a bank robber. He was going the wrong way on a freeway and hit him head on. They were both killed instantly. His life and auto insurance paid her well. She loved him dearly but hadn't remarried. I heard over the family grapevine that she was finally into dating.

Saturday morning I started loading my truck. I got all the tools I thought I would need loaded. My Mom fixed me up with some snacks and an ice chest with some drinks. I was all set. I kissed my Mom, hugged my Dad and hit the road.

****************** 

"Richie! Come in. Come in."

"Hi, Aunt Jean, It's good to see you again. How are you?"

"I'm good. Oh my. Look at you. You're all grown up."

"It has been a while. I'm in college now. Just finished my second year."

"Come in the kitchen. I'll get you something to drink. Are you hungry?"

"Na. I've been snacking on the way, but a beer would be good."

She opened two beers and we sat at the table. We brought each other up to date on all the family gossip. I notice her checking me out without being obvious about it. Of course I checked her out too. She's wearing a t shirt and shorts. She fills them out nicely. Especially the t shirt. I see a hint of nipples showing. Dirty young man thought ran through my mind.

We chatted for a while and I told her I needed to unload my truck. I don't want it sitting in the driveway all night with my tools in it. She offered to help. We get my tools put in the garage and my clothes into the spare bedroom. While we're unloading I take a closer look at her assets.

I could see the resemblance to my Mom. Breasts between a C and D cup. Nice ass and killer legs. I suspected she goes to the gym. I knew I was going to have trouble Remembering she was my Aunt.

"Now that you're moved in let me give you a tour. You can get an idea of what needs fixing."

She struggles opening the sliding doors to the back deck. I see a empty hot tub and a small kidney shaped pool. The water has a greenish cast to it. That will need fixing right away. Of course a picture of her in a bikini popped into my mind.

The back yard needs mowing and the beds need weeding. Around front I see the same thing. A cursory glance at the house shows it needs painting and some trim replaced. I step back and look at the roof. Oh crap. I hate roofing, but she needs one. It seems the years of neglect have taken their toll on the place.

"Well, Aunt Jean. Just off the top of my head it's going to cost a few thousand dollars in material. You need a roof and the whole house needs paint. I haven't checked the deck yet. It may need some work too. Some of window trim needs replacing and the pool filter is gunny sacked."

"First of all let's knock off the 'Aunt Jean.' Jean will do. And I've got the expenses covered. I just had a big sale last week. I made a nice commission on it."

"OK, Jean. The pool gets fixed first. I'll need it in the afternoons."

"I agree. It's been a while since I took a swim."

"I'll check it out tomorrow. It may just be the filter and some chemicals. It's my job in the summer at home to take care of our pool."

******************* 

Sunday morning I take my coffee out to the pool. I check the filter and find it plugged. I find a new one in the garage along with some pool chemicals. I replace the filter and pour in the chemicals. Next I start on the lawn. I get warmed up and take off my shirt. An hour later Jean walks out. I check her out from the corner of my eye. She is standing checking me out. I smile to myself.

"Richie, do you want more coffee or something cold?"

"Just some water now. Maybe a beer later."

She walks back out with a bottle of water.

"The pool should be ready by this evening. I put in a filter and some chemicals."

"Oh good. A swim after dinner sounds good."

"A moonlight swim does sound good."

Thoughts of her naked wet body in my arms pop into my mind. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. She hasn't mentioned one. How long since she got laid. I expect I'll find out during the rest of the week.

After dinner that night I announce it's swim time.

"Last one in is rotten egg."

She groans.

I hurry and dive in. I watch for her to come out. I'm not disappointed. She is wearing a string tie bikini. Not much is left to my imagination. My cock stirs as I mentally untie it and toss it away. We play around a little, trying to dunk each other and lots of splashing.

****************** 

I spend the rest of the week doing yard work. The weeds have almost taken over the lawn and flower beds.

Thursday at dinner she announces she has a date Friday night.

"That's nice. I suspected you had a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend. I met him at Jan's three weeks ago. We just went out to dinner a couple of times. He seems nice enough. I guess I'll see what happens."

"Well, good luck. He might just be the one."

"I'm beginning to think all the good ones are taken."

I hope they don't get anything going. My plans will go down the drain.

******************* 

Friday evening Jean comes out dressed to kill.

"Wow! You look really nice. What a lucky guy. You're gonna burn him down."

"We'll see. I won't be too late. Probably around eleven or so. No need to wait up for me."

"OK, have a good time."

She leaves and I kick back in front of the TV knowing he is going to get laid tonight. Hopefully he has a small dick and a hair trigger.

Around ten I hear a car pulling into the driveway. I get up and look out the window. I see her walking briskly toward the door. By her body language it doesn't look like she's happy. I wonder what happened. I hear the door slam hard. She walks straight through to her bedroom without a word. To say she is pissed would be an understatement.

Fifteen minutes later she come out wearing a robe. She sits on the sofa without a word.

"OK, you need to talk and I have ears. Go."

"That son of a bitch. I decided to move things up a notch tonight. That bastard has a hair trigger. He was done in less than a minute. I'm so mad I could chew up a crowbar and spit nails."

"I'm sorry, Jean. That really sucks. I guess you won't be seeing him again."

"One disappointing night is too much. "

"Do you need something to drink? I'll get you something."

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to cool off."

She vents to me for the next half hour and finally cools off. I say good night an go in my room. I hear her bedroom door close. In just a few minutes I hear buzzing. I smile, roll over and go to sleep.

The next day I start detailed inspection the house. I take measurements and make a bunch of notes.

"Jean, I need to go get some stuff at Home Depot. Do you want to come with me and pay for it."

"Sure. There may be some hunk working there. I might get lucky."

"You never know. Come on."

I get the comp shingles, some nails and a ridge cap. She pays and we go back. I decided to get the crappy job done first.

While I'm working I start forming my plan. I knew she was looking to get laid. I planned on putting myself on the top of her list. Phase one will start in the morning.

Later that afternoon Jean comes back from showing a house.

"Hey, Jean. Do any good today?"

"Yes, I did. I got an offer on one. I think the owners will accept it. It's almost their asking price."

"Good job. Now if someone would make me an offer to finish this roof."

"Let me go change and meet me out back. I'll bring us a beer."

She comes out wearing a t shirt and shorts.

"Here ya go, big guy. One beer for the hard working man."

She hands me the beer and gives me a hug. I hear her take a deep breath and a shiver runs through her body.

"Careful there. I'm all sweaty."

"No problem. A little honest sweat is a good thing."

I notice her nipples are perked up. It must have been my male pheromones she picked up on. I break the hug an sit in the shade. I notice she puts her hand up to her nose. Her eyes close as she inhales. I see her shiver again. I wonder if her pussy is moist.

"I think I'll take a nap in a while. If I don't wake up by five, knock on my door. I need to cook for my hard working man."

"OK, I think I'll take a shower and a swim. It's really hot up on that roof."

****************** 

The next morning I put my plan in action. Her bedroom is at the far end of the hall. Mine is across from the bathroom. I quietly get out of bed and open my door. I get back in bed and take off my shorts. My morning wood pops up. I get in bed and lay on my back with the covers around my knees. My cock is at full mast for her to see. I concentrate on slowing my breathing to appear asleep. I open my eyes just enough to see through my eyelashes. I wait. I hear her stirring in her bedroom. I see her walk by. She glances in my room. I watch as she looks around the door jamb. She watches me to see if I'm asleep.

Satisfied that I"m asleep she takes one step into my room. Her hand goes to her mouth. She is staring at my cock. Slowly she lifts her t shirt and sticks one hand down in her panties. Her eyes close halfway and her other hand moves up under her shirt to her breasts. I watch as she fingers her pussy and rubs her nipples. After a few minutes she walks out. I hear the shower start up. I'm almost positive she rubs one out. I put on shorts and a t shirt, go to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I'm sipping my coffee as she comes in.

"Good morning, Richie. Oh god, you're a prince. You made coffee. I though I smelled it when I got out of the shower."

"Good morning, Jean. Pour yourself a mug and sit down."

"I need to get my heart started. I need to go to the office first thing. I want to call my clients about the offer I got yesterday. I hope they accept it."

'Oh, yeah. Good luck with that. Will you get a nice commission on it?"

"Yep, The price is about three hundred and fifty thousand. The commission is six percent. The listing broker gets half and the selling broker gets the other half. I'll get three percent. It's really nice when I sell my own listings. I get both ends."

"Wow. That is nice. A couple of those a month and you're Ms. Gotrocks."

"In this business, it's feast or famine. But I've had a pretty good year so far. I had one big one that sold for eight hundred thousand just before you got here. It was one of my agents listing."

"The IRS is going to love you."

"Yeah, they do. How about some bacon and eggs?"

"ummm, extra bacon, please. It's my weakness."

"You got it."

The next morning I assume the same pose but my head is turned away. I hear her breathing in my doorway. She moves away and takes another extra long shower.

Friday morning I gave her another show. I peeked as she stood in the doorway. One hand went into her panties and the other went up under her t shirt. She didn't stay long. She took another long shower.

A while later I got up and showered. I walked into the kitchen. She was standing in front of the stove scrambling some eggs. I was just wearing a pair of shorts. She turned and her eyes swept down and up over my body. I saw a little color move up from her neck to her face. She turned back to her eggs.

I stepped behind her and put my hands on her hips. I kissed her on the neck and said good morning. I saw a shiver go through her body. She returned my good morning.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat down.

"Are you showing any houses today?"

"Nope, nothing on tap today. Just some catching up on house work. A nice easy day."

'"I'm taking a day off today. I need to work on my tan."

"Mine could use some work too. I look like a ghost."

"A pretty good looking ghost from where I'm sitting."

"Thank you, Richie. It's nice to get compliments. Especially since that disaster date I had. I keep attracting all the rejects."

"The woods are full of them. It makes sense that most of the good ones are taken."

"That gives me lots of hope. Thanks."

"Hey, it will just take some time. A beautiful woman like you has a good chance. Just be patient. One will show when you least expect it."

I think she's ready. I'll make my move tonight.

****************** 

After dinner I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Jean finished up in the kitchen and walked in. I patted the sofa beside me. She hesitated and then smiled.

"Sit with me, Jean. Let's watch a movie."

I clicked on a chick flick for her as she sat down. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her gently to me. She scooted over under my arm. My arm went around her and she held it with both hands. She burrowed in against me.

"mmmm, you feel good against me."

"It is good. It's nice to be hugged. It's been a long time."

The movie finished and I clicked the TV off.

"Let's take a swim. It's a nice warm night."

"Oh my yes. That sounds good. I'll go change."

"We could skinny dip. It's dark out there. No one could see us."

"Richie. You're a bad boy suggesting that."

"I know. What can I say."

"I don't know if that's a good idea.'

"You could put your suit back on if you're uncomfortable."

"See you out there."

I got up and walked out. I turned all the pool and backyard lights out. There was just a faint glow from the city lights. I dropped my shorts and jumped in. I did a few laps, waiting to see what she was going to do.

After a few minutes she walked with a towel around her. I smiled and my cock came up half hard.

"Come on in, chicken. It's really nice in here."

"Do you promise to behave."

It flashed on me that she was thinking about being a naughty girl or she wouldn't have mentioned it. I figured I had a ninety nine percent chance of getting some. My cock came up half hard.

"I'll try. No guarantees."

"Bad boy. Shame on you."

She walked over to the ladder and dropped the towel. Her hands covering her breasts. Slowly she walked down and into the water. She paddled around a little.

"Doesn't that feel good. All the water flowing over you body.'

"It feel good and naughty. I like it."

"I knew you would."

We swam around a little. She started to relax and we got into a splashing contest. I let her win. I dove under and pulled her under by ankle. She squealed and spit out some water.

"I'll get you for that. That was sneaky."

"Ha. You can't catch me."

I swam slowly away. Just as she was about to catch me I turned and took her in my arms. Her arms went around my neck. Her full breasts mashed against my chest. My full hard cock was between her legs. She closed them and held me there. Then she looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure we should be doing this."

"Part of me is positive. You feel really good against me. Don't you agree?"

"Of course I do. I'm a woman in a handsome mans arms."

"Close you eyes."

She closed them and I kissed each one. Then our lips met. I heard her whimper as my tongue touched her lips. She opened them and took my tongue. My cock throbbed up and touched her pussy. I heard another whimper.

We kissed for what seemed like hours. She moved her arms from around my neck and reached down and found my cock.

"Hold it, baby. See how hard I am for you. Tell me how it feels for you."

"Oh god. It's so hard and hot."

"What shall we do with it, baby."

"I want it in me. It's so wrong but I don't care.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you want."

"I want your big hard cock in my pussy."

"That's a good girl. No, just put the head in and hold it."

Her legs went around me and I felt my cock touch her lips.

"Go slow. We have all night. Take it in slow. Then squeeze it with your muscles."

I felt her push gently. Her lips spread as it went in. Her lips slid over and closed behind the head.

"That's it, baby. Just hold it there. Squeeze it a little."

She moaned as her muscles squeezed me.

"Tell me how good that feels. Talk to me."

"Oh god, Richie. It's so big and my lips are stretched out. It so hot and hard."

"Now, take it all the way in real slow. Take it till you hit bottom."

She moaned and pushed. Her tight pussy walls opened as she took it all.

"Is that good, baby? You feel so tight on my cock. It it good for you?"

"Oh my god yes. No one has been in that far. I can feel you touching bottom. I'm so full."

"Hold me and feel how good we are joined like this. Push hard and hold me."

She pushed against me and I could feel her pussy muscles gently squeezing me.

I pulled back a little and pushed back in. a gasp escaped her open mouth.

"Come on, baby. Help me. I want you to cum for me."

She started stroking in and out. I held still and let her take control.

"Good girl. Show me how much you like it. Cum for me."

I held her by her ass cheeks. Her muscles were alive under her skin. I moved my hand down in her butt crack and touched her little pucker. She squealed and humped faster. I stuck my finger in up to the first knuckle. That pushed her over the edge. She cried out and pushed all the way in. All of her muscles locked up and her head went back. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and her orgasm hit her. The first wave of pleasure passed and she started milking my cock.

"Oh god, yes. Yes. Yes."

"Good girl. I'm almost there. Get ready for some hot cum."

"Talk to me. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my hot cum."

"Fucking god yes. Give me all your cum. I want every drop."

"Squeeze it, baby. Make me cum."

Her pussy came alive. She held her clit on my pelvis bone and started milking me. It didn't take long. I rammed hard into her and my cock exploded. The first rope hit her cervix and she came with me.

"Oh fuck. Hot cum. Hot cum in my pussy. Fuck yes. Fill me, baby. Fill my hot pussy."

Her orgasm passed and she fell limp in my arms. Our breathing returned to somewhere near normal.

"My god, Richie. That was amazing. Skinny dipping will never be the same again."

"You're pussy was so tight I thought I was getting your cherry."

"It felt like it. It's been a long time."

"I told you it would be good. I sure was right. Let's dry off and get in bed. I'm not done with you yet tonight."

We dried each other off and I picked her up in my arms. She squealed as I threw her over my shoulder. I smacked her on the ass a few time as I carried her in.

I dropped her on the bed.

"Now, I'm going to eat your cream pie. You just hang on."

"Oh my god. No one has ever done that to me."




Aunt Jean



I dove into her gooey pussy and licked and sucked her to three orgasms. Her feet were walking the ceiling. The I rolled her over and got behind her. I pulled her hips up and my cock found her soaked pussy. I gave it all to her one one quick stroke. She screamed and came as I hit bottom. I started slowly and built up speed. She humped back and met every stroke.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. She groaned and pushed back on me. I held my cock against her cervix.

"Squeeze me. Make me cum."

She started squeezing and releasing my cock. It swelled and I shot my cum straight into her cervix. She cried out and came with me.

I fell beside her and pulled her back against my chest. One hand held her soaked pussy and the other one of her full breasts.

'Wow, baby. I'll never be the same after this."

"I hope not. I want you to know you're my woman."

"Oh god yes I'm yours. Definitely yours. No one has ever made me cum like you do."

"I ate your cream pie, now you need to lick my cock clean. I want you to see how good we taste."

"I'll do that for you. You're my amazing hot lover."

She went down and licked me clean. She smacked her lips.

"Oh my god. That was so good. We really taste good."

"I though you'd like it. It's from our love. Nothing better."

"Come up her and hug me. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms."

I reached down and wet my hand in her sloppy pussy. I pulled it up and rubbed our juice on both of her breasts. She grabbed my hand and licked it clean. I pulled her close and we drifted off.

I woke the next morning feeling a wet mouth on my cock. I looked down and saw Jean's head bobbing up and down. She was trying to overcome her gag reflex.

"Oh god, what a way to wake up."

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Just call me your little alarm clock."

"OK, it's your job to wake me every morning just like this."

"It will be my pleasure."

"Now, my little cock sucker. Finish your job. There's some sweet cream in there just for you."

She smiled and went back to work. In no time at all she pushed me over the edge. My cock flared and an orgasm rocked my world. I watched as she stayed on it.

"Don't miss any. I want you to take every drop."

She stayed on it till I started to go limp. Her cheeks were bulged out. She sat up and showed me her mouthful of cum. It took her two swallows to get it all down.

"You're a great little cock sucker. Don't forget. Every morning."

"Don't worry, baby. I want a steady diet of your hot creamy cum. And I like my new name. I'm your little cock sucker."

"Let's get our shower out of the way and make some breakfast. I have a feeling I'll need some energy food to keep up with your hot little ass."

'You think we've created a monster?"

"I'll let you know later. And by the way, this is a naked weekend."

"Oh my. Naked, huh? I like that. I can see that big sweet piece of meat all the time."

"I was thinking that about your sweet meat too."

We managed to get through the shower without any fucking. We went to the kitchen and started cooking. She made some biscuits and I started the bacon and eggs. Then she made some gravy over the bacon grease. The coffee was ready and I loaded up a plate. I sat down and pulled her on my lap. I made her keep her hands in her lap and I fed her. She was smiling all the time.

"You really make me feel special, baby. No one has ever fed me like that."

"Is it OK if I spoil you."

"Oh god yes, and I'll spoil you too. Everybody wins that way."

I rubbed some egg yolk on her nipples and sucked it off. I could feel her pussy lips getting moist on my leg. I was surprised they were so sensitive.

We cleared the table and I decided to take her there. I pushed her over the table and squatted behind her. I licked her little pucker and her pussy lips. She squealed and pushed back. I stood up and touched her pussy lips with my cock.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"Your big cock in my pussy. No waiting. Shove it all the way in. Fill my hot pussy. I want it hard and fast."

I pushed the head in and hesitated. She pushed back. I slammed all the way in and the table hit the wall. She cried out and came. I held her by her hips and kept slamming hard into her. She groaned each time I hit bottom.

"Here is is, baby. One load of cum for you."

"Yes. Cum in me. slam you cum in me."

I gave one last thrust and my world was rocked again. I held my cock against her cervix and flooded it. She squealed and came with me. I fell on her back as my limp cock slipped out.

"Oh my god, baby. It just gets better and better. Your cum is so hot I cum every time."

"I wish there was a way I could stay in that hot pussy all the time. It's heaven in there."

I managed to stand up and she fell to her knees. She licked and slurped my cock clean. She stood and I took her in my arms. She held my cock and mashed her full breasts on my chest. It suddenly hit me that I had some very strong feelings for her. I hoped she felt the same way.

"Hold me, baby. Don't let go."

"I won't. I'm here for you."

I managed to get through my emotional moment and led her to the bedroom.

"Wait here. I want to do something."

She sat on the bed with a questioning look on her face.

"What, baby?"

"Just sit there. I'll be right back."

I went in the bathroom and got my sideburns trimmer, a razor and some shaving cream. I grabbed a towel and went back. She looked at me.

"Baby. What are you doing?"

"Whose pussy is that?"

"It's yours."

"I want my pussy shaved. I want to see those lips looking at me all the time."

"Oh my god. OK, if that's what you want.'

She laid back and spread her legs.

"Pull you knees up. Show me all of it."

I saw a little cum juice run down over her little pucker. I wiped it up and took the trimmers and clipped all the hair. A little shaving cream and I shaved off all the stubble.

"There. My sweet little shaved pussy. Stand in front of the mirror and look. It's beautiful."

"Oh my god. I feel so naughty. Look at me."

"Pretty hot looking, huh?"

"As long as you think so, it's OK with me."

"Now, one more thing."

I walked over to her chest of drawers and opened her lingerie drawer. I took all of her panties and bras out.

"You won't be needing these anymore."

I dumped them in a pile by the door.

"Baby. You're turning me into a slut. No bra or panties? Oh my god."

"Not a slut. Just my hot little babe."

"We're going to debut the new you tonight. We're going out to dinner and dancing. You're gonna make all those other women green with envy."

"I'm not sure what to think. Are you sure about this?"

"Yep, and we need to go shopping this afternoon. I want to pick out a nice dress for tonight."

"I can only imagine what you're going to pick out."

'I have a pretty good idea. I hope I can find just the right one."

"You are so bad. Me running around half naked with all my parts bare. Shame on you."

"You're gonna be the hottest babe in town tonight. Just you wait and see."

With that, I got an eye roll and a chuckle.

After lunch we got dressed and headed to the mall. I spotted a nice sized ladies wear store and dragged Jean in with me. A sales clerk met us almost immediately. I told her I wanted a little black dress for my lady. I wanted the skirt part with some flare and plenty of boobs showing. She smiled and led us to the back of the store. She quickly picked out three and held them up to Jean. I took all three and led Jean to the dressing room. She tried on all three and I picked one out. We paid and went home. On the way she finally said something.

"You really want to show me off tonight, don't you.'

"I do. I want you to feel pretty and sexy. Then I want to take you home and fuck your brains out. How does that sound?"

"You're on, you bad boy. I especially like the last part."

We got home and I immediately took off her clothes. She helped me get mine off. I pulled her in my arms.

"You're my hot little babe. Don't you ever forget that."

"I won't baby. But now I need to get some housework done. You go watch TV and leave me alone."

"OK, it I have to."

At about four thirty I got up and went in the bedroom. She was putting some clothes away. I took a quick shower and got dressed. She smiled as I walked out. A few minutes later I heard the shower start. 

About forty five minutes later she came out. My mouth fell open. Light make up and her hair was done up. The little black dress was perfect. About half of her breasts were showing. The dress came to mid thigh. Plenty of leg showing. Black thigh high hose and four inch black heels.

"Dayum. You really look hot. Just perfect."

She walked up to me and I reached up under her dress. I ran my hands over her bare ass cheeks. She moaned as I caressed them. I slid my hand between her legs and caressed her pussy lips. They were just a little moist. I could tell she was feeling sexy.

"Sexy enough for you?"

"Hell yes. I want to throw down on you now, but I don't want to mess you up. Let's get out of here."

I led her out to my truck. I wanted to take is so she could sit next to me. The console pulled up and made a bench seat. Perfect for what I had in mind. I helped her in the drivers side and slid in next to her. With one hand on her pussy, I drove away. She grabbed my cock as we pulled out of the driveway.

We walked in with her holding my arm. A few heads turned as we were led to out table. The host seated us and she opened her bag and gave her credit card to him.

"Run a tab for us please."

"Very good, maam."

I watched one lady who had been watching us. She leaned over and whispered something to her husband. I suspected she was saying that Jean was a cougar out with her boy toy. I smiled.

Jean ordered prime rib and I asked for a T bone. The wine steward came and I ordered the house claret.

"How are you doing, babe?"

"Good, I think. Everyone is watching us."

"Maybe a few. They're probably thinking cougar and boy toy."

"I thought about that. You are my toy. More like my man toy."

'Man toy. I like the sound of that. You can play with my man toy any time you want."

She hit me on the shoulder and I took her hand. We sipped our wine and held hands till our food came.

We finished our dinner and the host took us to a table near the dance floor. I ordered another carafe of claret. 

A fast song was playing and I pulled her on the dance floor. She definitely knew some moves. I was pleasantly surprised. The fast set ended and a slow one started. I pulled her close and we floated around the floor. She moved close and laid her head on my chest.

"It feels so good when you hold me, baby. I'm in heaven."

"It's the same here. Just stay close."

She shivered and pulled me tighter. I moved her over a little till her mound was on my thigh. She gasped as I pulled her against it. She snuggled in and I could feel her breath on my neck. I moved my hand down below her waist and pulled her closer. She gasped again and pressed on my leg.

The song ended. She pulled back a little and I lifted her chin. Our lips met and our tongues searched for each other. She whimpered as I sucked her tongue in. The music started and she pushed her mound on my thigh again.

"Are you wet yet, baby."

"Of course. I may need to go and dry off."

"Good. I like it when you wet."

During the next song I felt her quiver. Her knees went weak and I held her up.

"Was that a good cum?"

"Oh god yes. It's my first dancing cum."

The song ended and I led her back to the table. She leaned over and whispered.

"I need to go to the ladies room. I'm leaking."

She got up and walked away. She came back in a few minutes. Just before she got to the table a guy stopped her. She looked at him and shook her head no. She came back and sat down.

"He wanted a dance. I told him I only dance with my date. I don't want a bunch of drunks grabbing me and slobbering all over me."

I gave her a quick peck on the lips.

The band started a fast set. I pulled her on the floor.

"Do you know how to do the Lindy?"

"You mean the Jitterbug?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Sure. Let's go."

I put her through some moves and she had no trouble staying with me. I pushed her out and twirled her two times. Her dress flared out and all of her naked parts went on display. I think she forget she didn't have panties on. I did it two more times. Then she remembered.

She stopped and pulled me back to the table.

"You devil. You twirled me and showed everyone my naked parts."

"I am a devil. All the guys liked it."

"I'm sure the did. I'm glad no one knows me here. I could never look them in the eye again."

A slow set started and I pulled her to the floor

She quickly moved into my arms and put her mound on my thigh. By the end of the second slow one she was humping my leg. I put my hands down on her ass and pulled up her dress. My hands found her naked ass cheeks.

"You're showing my ass to everyone."

"Let them look. They can dream about what I'm doing."

The song ended and the bouncer caught my eye. He shook his head no. I smiled and mouthed OK. Jean held my arm tight to her breast.

"Let's go, baby. My pussy is on fire. I want your big cock in me."

"How can I say no to that.'

"You better not. Let's go fuck."

She settled the tab and hurried to my truck. As soon as I started moving she hiked up her dress and grabbed my hand. She pulled it to her pussy and pushed one finger in. I had just got out of the parking lot and she moaned.

"Pull over baby. I can't wait. I want you now."

She grabbed my zipper and opened my pants. Both of her hands fished my cock out. She fell on it mouth first. I pulled to the side of the street. She pulled me over from behind the wheel and climbed astride my lap. With both hands she took my cock and slid it in. She cried out and came as I hit bottom.

"Go, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me shoot some cum in you."

She growled and started bouncing on me. she came two more times quickly. Her muscles were squeezing me hard and I felt a stirring in my loins.

"Take it, baby. Take my cum. I'm there."

She squeezed me and my cock started squirting deep in her. Her head went back and she screamed as I filled her. My howl joined her scream. She kept cumming long after I was drained. Finally she slowed down.

"Oh my god, baby. That was so intense. What a cum that was."

"Aren't you glad I took your panties now?"

"Yes, baby. I felt so hot just walking in there. I got really hot dancing with you. My pussy caught fire."

"Let's go home and finish putting that fire out. Can you last till then."

"I'll try. You just hurry. I'm not done by any means."

We almost ran to the bedroom. We left a trail of clothes. She fell on the bed and pulled me on top.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Then fuck me harder."

Four hand got my cock lined up and I took her hard and fast. She cried out as an orgasm wracked her. She went crazy under me. I lifted my ass up a little and let her go. Her legs went around my ass and her hips started to work. She came four times before she got me off.

"Stay on me, baby. Stay where you are."

She held me on her holding my full weight. Her hips were twitching till my cock went soft. She rolled me off and hugged me.

I whispered in her ear.

"I love you, baby. With all my heart."

She gasped and pulled me closer.

"I love you too. You're mine forever."

I felt some tears on my chest. I knew they were tears of joy. I held her close and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and saw Jean's head bobbing up and down on my cock.

"Ahh, my little cocksucker. Just like you promised."

She stayed on it but looked up at me. She had managed to get about half of it down her throat. It looked like her gag reflex was gone.

'Come on, baby. See if you can take it all."

She pulled off and smiled.

"I want to do that for you. I want every inch."

She took a deep breath and went for it. I twitched my hips up and a little more went in.

"You can do it, baby. Keep trying."

She came off and took another breath. I put both hands behind her head as she slid down on it. I pushed gently and twitched my hips again. Her nose touched my pubic bone. She had it all.

"The best little cocksucker on the planet. I knew you could do it."

She pulled off and smiled.

"Aren't you proud of me. I did it. I did it."

"I am. Now, it's time for your protein drink."

"Yes, yes. That's the best part. Your hot cum."

She went back on it, all the way. In just a few minutes my cock flared and the first rope went down her throat. She pulled back and locked her lips just behind the head. She rubbed her tongue on the under side of my cock head as I filled her mouth.

"Oh god, yes. Hot mouth full of my cum. Yes. Yes."

She held my cum in her mouth and moved up on my chest. She had a mischievous look on her face. She kissed me and gave me a snowball. I was a little surprised but I didn't mind. I took it and then gave it back to her. She swallowed it.

"You bad little girl. Giving me a snowball like that."

"Thanks for giving it back."

"It's pretty good stuff, huh?"

"It sure is. I love it. It's all creamy and smooth. I think I'll be addicted to it soon."

"Let's get our shower and make some breakfast. We need to talk.'

"Yes we do."

We stayed in the shower till the hot water ran out. When we got out she had another load of cum in her hot pussy.

"OK, baby. What the hell are we going to do. I'm not going anywhere without you."

"I want us to stay right here. There are some colleges here you can go to. I want you to finish."

"Yeah, I need to finish school but after that what."

"This all started out as some hot sex but we fell in love. We're stuck with each other."

"Some thing else you need to know. I'm not doing any birth control."

"Wow. I just assumed you were on the pill. You never said anything."

"Do you know why?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

"I knew I loved you that night we went skinny dipping. I made up my mind about birth control that night. I either wanted all of you or part of you. I would gladly have your baby. If you left I would have part of you to love. If you stayed I would have all of you. It was an easy decision."

"I never thought about being a daddy this early. I wanted kids eventually. I guess I'll get an early start on it."

"We've put enough cum in there to float a battleship. We'll know in about a week. I don't ever intend to take your cock with anything between us, so get used to the idea. You're gonna be a daddy soon."

"So, I'll ask you this. How many do you want."

"Oh, maybe two or three."

"Sounds good to me. I plan on keeping you full of cum."

"Oh my. I like that idea. Too much cum is not enough."

"OK, what about finances. I'm sure my parents will help till I finish school."

"You don't need to worry about that. Bill's insurance policy paid enough for me to be set for years. After you finish school we will have both our incomes. So that isn't a problem.

"Speaking of parents. I wonder what they're going to say."

"That should be a funny thing to see. Both of their mouths hanging open. I'd like to get a picture of that."

"I see a few speechless moments there. And then when we tell them you're pregnant; it will be a classic moment."

I pulled her in my lap.

"I love you, baby. We're together forever and ever."

"I'm so happy. I've found love again. I wondered if it would ever happen."

"We found it and I couldn't be happier."

"We're going to need a bigger house. With rugrats running around this place will fill up real fast."

"I'll keep my eye open for something. With all the work you did on this place it should sell real fast. Bill had life insurance on the loan and it was paid off."




Aunt Jean



'You need to take some time off so we can go tell my folks about us. I can't wait to see the look on their faces."

"That will be good."

"I've got about another week of little things to do and I'll be done."

"I can go anytime. Mary is well qualified to take care of the office while I'm gone. Not a problem."

"We need to go on a shopping expedition. You have way too many long skirts and dresses. You're going mini from now on. We gonna show off those hot legs of yours."

"We may be showing off more than that on a windy day."

"I'll be there watching. You're hot ass and pussy are on the top of my list of things to see."

"We can start this afternoon right after I give you another load of baby making juice."

'You're on. You have no idea how much it turns me on when you cum in me. On a scale of one to ten it's a twenty."

"It's better than that on this side of my cock."

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. A couple of smack on her ass and I threw her on the bed. I ate what was left of our cream pie and plunged my cock in her. She squealed and threw her legs around my ass.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me more of that hot cum."

"Take it. Get your ass busy and make me cum."

I give her free rein to work on my cock. She starts humping up, squeezing it as hard as she could. I helped with little thrusts as she bottomed out.

"Good girl. Work on it. Keep it up. I'm almost there."

"Give it to me. Please. Fill my pussy. Put your seed in me. Breed your woman."

"Now, baby. It's ready for you. Take it."

"Yes, now. Now. Now. Cum in me."

My cock flared and I held it on her cervix. Squirt after squirt went in her. She howled and milked every drop.

"Oh fuck yes. Hot cum in my pussy. Hot seed for our baby. Yes. Yes."

She held me on her making sure every drop ended up in her.

"Mine. Mine. My man toy. Big hard man toy. Gotta clean up my big man toy."

She licked off all of our juice and took one practice stroke down her neck. Even soft she took it. She was definitely a quick study.

"Getting easier each time. Big man toy down my throat."

"Come on you little cocksucker. Let's get cleaned up and go shopping. Put on some shorts and a t shirt. I want some nipples showing."

She just shook her head and headed for the bathroom. It hit me that it was something to see how much a woman in love would do to please her man. I would have to be careful.

We came back from the mall with six outfits. None of the skirts came below mid thigh. A couple were shorter. The blouses showed plenty of cleavage. I had her wear one home that was one of the short ones and a blouse that showed her nipples. We went the long way out of the mall. She got plenty of attention. She was wet when we go home. We fucked in the driveway.

A few days later Jean came home from the office. I was checking my hot-mail account. She kissed me on the cheek and went in the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later and went in the bath room. I wasn't paying much attention. I finished answering a few and shut it down. She walked up and sat on my lap. She held a little white EPT stick in front of me.

"Look at this, Daddy."

"Holy shit."

I grabbed her and kissed her all over her face and neck. She was giggling and laughing.

"A job well done, I'd say. One of my little swimmers found a place to land."

"Oh god, I'm so happy. I'm going to be a Mommy."

"I'm a Daddy. I'm a Daddy. I like the way it rolls off my tongue. Sounds damn good."

We both just sat there looking at each other with big smiles on our faces. I pulled her to me.

"I love you, Baby. This is a great day."

"It really is. I called my primary doctor and he gave me a number. I have an appointment for next week. It's a lady doctor."

"Any leads on a bigger house?"

"I looked through the multiple listing. I saw a couple we need to look at. I think we need a four bedroom at least. Oh, and I listed ours."

"When are we going to spring the good news on my Mom and Dad?"

"How about this weekend. I'll put a lock box on the door when we leave. I don't want to miss any offers."

"Sounds good. Let's do it."

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We pulled into my folks driveway. She looked at me and smiled.

"It's crunch time."

"Let's go."

We got out and she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue went for my tonsils. After a minute we broke away. I glanced at the kitchen window and saw my Mom's face. Her mouth was hanging open.

We walked in. Mom met us at the door.

"Sis, come in, come in."

The hugged and did the cheek kiss. My Mom stepped back and looked at both of us. She turned a little pink.

"What did I see in the driveway? What's with you two."

I stood behind Jean and put my arms around her waist.

"We fell in love, Sis. It just happened."

"Richie, you went there to work on her house, not her."

"Well, I worked on her house too. We got carried away one night and the rest is history."

"But, she's your aunt. You two can't do this."

"Too late, Mom. We already did it, a lot."

"Oh my god. I can't believe this.

My Dad walked in. He saw me holding Jean in my arms.

"Oh fuck. What the hell is this."

"Just what you see, Dad."

"Are you two crazy. This can't be happening."

"It happened, Dad. It happened. We fell in love."

"But, it's impossible. You can't do this."

"We can and we are. I'm moving in. I'll go to college there."

"Thank god you didn't drop out. That would have been way too wrong."

"Don't worry. I'll finish.

Jean looked at my Mom.

"You know what else?"

"What, there's more?"

"Yep."

She took my Mom's hand and held it on her stomach. I thought my Mom was going to faint. My Dad's mouth fell open.

"Oh my god, sis. Tell me it isn't true. You're not pregnant."

"I am. I'm three weeks late and the test showed positive. You're going to me an Auntie."

'Oh my god. And a Grandma too. This can't be happening. I'm not sure what to say.'

"Mom, just give us your blessing. Please. We're gonna make it work.

"Son, do you realize you knocked up your Aunt?"

"Higher than the space station, Dad."

"Well, Son. You two have my blessing. You seem determined to make it work. I sure hope you do."

"Richie, put on some coffee. I need to sit down before I fall down."

I set up the coffee and we all sat around the table.

"Jean, I see you're wearing a mini skirt. I'm never seen you wear one before."

"Richie like to see my legs. It's his idea."

"And no bra?"

She blushed.

"umm that's his idea too."

He looked at me.

"You horn dog. Shame on you."

"What can I say. She has nice legs and boobs. I like looking at them. I probably inherited it from you."

"He didn't make me go without a bra. Well, maybe a time or two."

"Uhuh. I thought so. A chip off the old block."

"Mom, did he take all your panties away too?"

"Oh my god, Richie. You two are animals."

We sat around and chatted a while. Finally everyone calmed down and we planned to go out to dinner.

We had a nice dinner and went to a club. A few carafes of wine and a few dances later we went home. Jean whispered in my ear.

"My pussy is soaked. Let's go fuck."

We went straight to my bedroom and ripped off our clothes. She pushed me on the bed and mounted me. I hit bottom and she cried out. We completely forgot that we were at my parents house. Our grunting and groaning echoed around in my room. Fifteen minutes later we heard from my Mom and Dad.

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We stayed till Sunday afternoon and packed up all my stuff. After hugs and kisses we drove off to our future.



Aunt Jean Ch. 02



I woke up at my mom's 2 day's after having helped Aunt Jean and finding out her secret. A secret that if anyone ever found out would shame her to no end, not only that, but the fact that she had also fucked her nephew. I had a morning woody that wouldn't quit throbbing as I thought about Aunt Jeans hairy pussy, I wanted some more and soon.

I sat at the table drinking coffee and somewhere in the distance I heard.

"Are you OK son? You look like your in another world."

"What, Oh, sorry mom. I was just thinking about Aunt Jean, she has to be lonely out there like that." I was thinking about Aunt Jean alright, thinking about fucking her!

"Well then why don't you go out and see her after breakfast, I'm sure she would enjoy your company. And she always has something needing done out there."

"Your right, I think I will mom, thanks!"

I finished my breakfast and left, the 30 minute drive went quickly since my mind was on the things I wanted to do to Aunt Jean today. As I pulled up in her drive I saw her out in her flower bed, bent over and that ass that I liked so much was staring me in the face. She heard me pulling up and a smile came to her face. She met me at my car as I was getting out. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing here today?"

"Well, I came to see if you had been a good girl for me. Have you?"

She looked at the ground, her tone changed, "No Sir I haven't!"

"I see, and what did you do?" I asked sternly.

"Last night I uh, I touched myself. You know, down there."

"I don't remember telling you that you could touch my pussy! Do you?"

Still looking at the ground, "No Sir you didn't."

"Very well then, you know what I must do now, don't you."

"Yes Sir!"

I led her into the house, I could tell she was excited at the prospect of what I would do to her. When we were inside she followed me into her bedroom. 

"You know what I need, don't you!"

"Yes Sir."

"The get it, don't keep me waiting Bitch!" I raised my voice in a menacing tone.

Her eyes lit up and she went to her closet, digging in her boxes she pulled out her paddle. The one I had used on her two day's ago, the one I was going to use on her today. Aunt Jean brought it to me then waited for my instructions, like the good submissive slut she was.

"Now, since you seem to do what you want to without my permission you must be punished. Don't you think so?"

"Yes Sir I do."

"Very well then, assume the position!"

She walked over to her dresser, took her shorts and panties off, then leaned over and put her hands on the edge of the dresser. I pulled her feet back until she was at a very unbalanced angle, if she was not careful she could fall. I rubbed the paddle on her white ass cheeks in small circles, to prepare her for what was to come.

I gave her ass a good whack, then made circles on her ass with it again. I watched as a bright red mark grew on her white ass, along with a small welt the shape of the paddle. I gave her another smack and her hips jerked, a small "Ouch" escaped her lips. I looked at her ass and could see the thick black pubic hair showing between her open legs. I rubbed her ass with the paddle letting her anticipate the next blow. I ran my hand down her large ass and slid my finger along her wet slit, spreading the hair to reach her pussy lips. She moaned as I touched her, her head rose to see me.

"Bitch, you don't look at me unless your told too! Is that understood whore?"

Her head lowered again, "Yes Master, I'm sorry Sir."

I gave her ass a firm smack again with the thick Oak paddle, her ass a bright red now. I gave her a total of 10 swats then lay the paddle on her hips, letting her know that if it fall off she would receive another 10. I ran my hand over her hot ass again, my cock hard as a rock from my excitement at abusing this woman. Remembering that a couple of day's ago she was just my eccentric Aunt, and now she would do whatever I wanted her to for me. If my actions shock you, just remember this, she wanted it this way. It is something she craves, and I am happy to comply with.

I ran my hands over her hot ass cheeks, feeling them as they seemed to glow from the abuse I had administered. I dropped my pants freeing my hard on, wrapping my hand around it I jacked it off a second, then stepping behind her I slid the head of it along her very wet slit. Wiggling the head around to open her hairy slit then sticking it in about an inch. 

Aunt Jean gave a deep sigh as her hips pushed backwards, her arms were trembling from the awkward position she was in as she leaned on the dresser. Her legs shook from her sexual excitement at feeling my cock as it slid up her hairy wet slit, spreading her pussy lips open when I rubbed the head in it.

"You like that don't you whore! You want my cock don't you!"

"Oh yes Sir, I do need it in me Master!" her hips trying to force it in her without making her lose her balance.

I stuck it in another inch and her head dropped down and a small moan escaped her lips as my cock spread her thick blood engorged pussy lips further. I gave her ass a light slap and she jerked backwards getting another inch in her. I pulled out and her inner flesh momentarily clung to my cock, her pussy was flooding as I slid it back in even deeper. Her pussy felt so good as I began to fuck her, enjoying her discomfort from the angle she was having to stay in, knowing if she tried to move she could lose her balance. 

I slowly fucked her a few minutes, her passion building and her orgasm quickly approaching and as her intense desire for my cock built, I pulled out, to her great disappointment. I heard her give a sad "Nooo!" Aunt Jean knowing better than to question her Master's actions. I helped her up from the dresser telling her to follow me to her neatly made bed. 

"Get on you back and take that shirt off, I want to see your tits!"

She did as instructed and lay back her legs wide for me as I looked down upon her nude body. The dark tipped thick nipples standing on end, Her hairy pussy barely contained her pussy thick pussy lips as they begged for my attention, any kind of attention. I looked at her pussy and held it open for my inspection, then gave her large clit a flick with my fingernail, her hips jerked towards my hand. I had to eat her pussy, the sight of all her hair running down her inner thighs and up towards her belly button drove me crazy with desire.

I held her darker colored outer lips open and licked her slippery slit, Aunt Jean cried out as my tongue hit her thick clit. The hair tickled my face as I inhaled the musky fragrance of her pussy, she always smelled so good and tasted even better. Her creamy salty flavored juices soon covered my face as I licked her pussy. Her tan hands clung to my head trying to get my face to her clit as her hips bucked. I felt her as her orgasm hit and I gave her clit a light bite, causing her to scream out.

"Oh Yes, suck my pussy, Oh Fuck I'm cumming. Don't stop, Please don't stop!"

I wrapped my hand around my hard cock, and when I jacked it off my hand got slick from the precum leaking from its head. Making it easier to jack off. But I was not going to waste this hard on in my hand. I moved up between her lags, sticking my cock between her hairy thighs I slapped her pussy with it.

"Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you Aunt Jean?"

"Oh God yes, Please don't tease me, please let me have it!"

I speared her with my hard cock, it slid in with ease from her being so wet. I felt it hit the back of her pussy and she cried out.

"Oh yes, Oh, Oh, yes fuck me baby, give it all to me. Fuck me hard. Oh you feel so good in me."

Her hips moved in unison with the thrust of my thick cock as I was soon fucking her hard and fast, wanting to fill my nasty Aunt with my hot thick cum as soon as I possibly could. Her hot hairy pussy gripped my cock as I pounded her, her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me to her while she was fucking me back.

"Fuck me you nasty whore, fuck me like the nasty bitch you are!"

It drove her wild me telling her that and she was fucking me like she was 20 not in her mid-60's. I was too hot and horny to play the Master/Slave game now, I just had the need to fucking cum in my Aunt's hot wet hairy pussy.

"Oh yes Aunt Jean, fuck me now, make me cum in you Aunt Jean!"

We fucked like rabbits, fast and furious! Every nerve in my body sensitive to her touch, as her fingernails raked my back and her legs pulled me deeper in her hairy gash. Her thick pussy juices sloshing when my thick cock slammed into her, her hips working as she tried to suck my cum out of my balls with her tight pussy. Aunt Jean cried out again, when she had the most powerful orgasm she had ever had with me, and it made me cum. I shot my thick load in her, shot after shot of my spunk filled her and I felt our cum make her even slicker and it oozed out while I continued to fuck her.

My pleasure was to great to want to stop fucking her and hers equal to my own her hips kept working in time with mine.

"Don't stop yet!" she said, "I'm cumming again baby, don't stop fucking me yet!"

I had no intentions of stopping, I wanted to fuck this woman all day and night. Her pussy seemed to get a little loose after her last orgasm but it didn't matter, she was still the best fuck I had ever had. I got off of her after she came again and rolled her on her side, I wanted to fuck her like I had the first time we had sex two days ago, from behind. She just wanted me to fuck her!

My dick stayed hard from my desire for her, and her hand reached between her legs and aimed my hard on at her cum filled pussy. I felt the thick hair an inch before I felt her wet slit, I put my arm around her and her tit filled my hand. The thick tipped nipple poked my palm, I gave it a firm squeeze. Her breath left her at the feeling of me filling her with my dick again. Her large tit was hot in my hand, I pulled her back to me with it and started to move my hips in her.

This was going to go slow, having quenched my desire for the fast fuck we had. Her hairy gash gripped my dick when I pulled back, she pushed her ass back, her knees up towards her chest allowing me better access to her pussy. I licked the back of her neck, tasting the slightly salty flavor of her early mornings sweat. Her hips moved in small circles while mine moved forward, my dick penetrating her deeper.

I felt her hand reach around and grab my ass cheek, pulling me closer to her. I bit her neck and she gasped holding my ass tightly in her strong warm hand. Her breath coming faster and mine hitting her back and neck. The soft folds of her vagina enveloped my dick as I slid in her slowly. 

"Oh you feel so good in me baby, I love how you make me feel."

I smiled, "You feel pretty good yourself Aunt Jean!" and I gave her large nipple a tweak, her hips jerked in response to my touch.

I would have never thought about the incestuous relationship a week ago, I mean I always loved Aunt Jean, but only as an Aunt, not a sexually dysfunctional woman that I had found. And I'm not sure dysfunctional is the correct word, but she sure loves my cock and a good ass whipping. 

I felt her squeezing my cock with the inner muscles of her pussy, massaging it lightly as I pulled it back. She moaned as I moved slowly, teasing her, wanting her to cum before I did. My hand under her knee and I pulled it to her chest, her pussy getting tighter when I did. I felt every muscle inside her when I slid back and forth, every ripple of her slick pussy rubbed the sides of my thick cock as it gently forced its way deeper in her.

The soft folds of her hot pussy parted, and her snatch was living up to its name as it pulled at me. I hoped she would soon cum, I knew I would not last much longer, she felt too good for me to want to delay any longer.

"Fuck me Aunt Jean, cum with me. Make me cum in you. Hurry, I can't hold on much longer."

Her hips worked against mine in a frantic attempt to have her orgasm with mine. I felt her breath coming faster and her pussy gripped my cock in a death grip as she came. Flooding the sheets with her thick cum when it flowed down her leg, and I was quick to follow suit. My spunk hitting her womb, when it exploded forward, her pussy milking it dry as she fucked me. I lay behind her, my dick getting soft in her hot slick pussy. Enjoying how this felt and how much we both loved it and each other.

She got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth she washed me clean tenderly. Her eyes looking at my soft cock lovingly as she held it up to wash under it, getting my balls thoroughly clean. She lay beside me and held me in her arms, kissing my face, licking my eyes as she kissed her way down. Her mouth was warm and wet when she got to my sensitive nipples, licking and then lightly sucking them.

Her hand touching my dick, her fingers tracing a line from top to bottom as her mouth worked down my stomach. Aunt Jean tongue fucked my belly button for a minute before moving down to my now hard dick. I had my eyes closed, enjoying her mouth as she kissed and sucked every inch on me on her quest to inhale my cock in her mouth.

Then I felt a hot, wet, tender mouth surround the head of my cock, a pointed tongue as it speared my pee hole then swirled around the head of my cock. The next thing I felt was Aunt Jean swallow the entire length of it as she began to deep throat it. The opening of her throat much tighter than her hot mouth, as it slid past her tonsils.

Her finger went to my ass hole, and her fingernail felt so good as it circled my brown puckered hole. I put my hands on her thick haired head and pulled her face down, trying to force every inch into her that I could, her lips putting pressure on my dick as her face pulled up. She may have been disgusted when the men raped her and my Uncle let them, but she was sucking me like a woman in love, no sign of displeasure, or disgust as her mouth made love to my thick cock.

"Suck my balls Aunt Jean, lick them and suck them for me!"

Her head lowered and her tongue worked my scrotum and the inner thighs beside it, while her hand wrapped around my cock slowly jacking in off in unison with her tongues movements. My legs were open wide giving her access to all of me and her hands went under them right above my knees. She picked my legs up to my chest and her tongue dabbed my asshole, teasing it as it she made circles around it then jabbed her tongue inside me.

My cock jerked every time I felt her tongue enter my ass, her moaning as she tasted the copper penny taste of my ass. If she kept this up I had no choice but to cum, it felt too good not too!

"Oh shit Aunt Jean, it feels too good. I love to feel you fuck me with your tongue. Your such a nasty bitch, lick my asshole, make me cum!"

It wasn't something she really needed to be told because she was already fucking my ass faster and her hand worked my cock tightly. 

"Shit, I'm cumming! Yes do it now Aunt Jean, Make me cum now!"

When she felt me start to tighten up her mouth raced to my dick and she sucked it down with gusto, wanting to taste my cum as it shot into her hot sucking mouth. I felt it jerk as the first shot of thick cum hit her mouth, and Aunt Jean moaning as she tasted it. I grabbed her head and fucked her face furiously, cumming what felt like buckets in her sucking mouth. She didn't stop until she had milked every drop of what she had craved for years. A man that would love her for what she was, a nasty cock sucking whore and a good submissive slut. Oh Yeah! My kind of woman!

When my cock went soft in her mouth she crawled up to me and gave me a deep kiss, I tasted some of my cum on her tongue as it fought mine. After we relaxed I had her turn over with her back to me. I wanted to take a nap, one just like the one that had started our incestuous affair two days ago. I fell asleep to her even breathing, her warm back and ass pressed tightly against my belly and legs. My hand on her large tit and my face in her hair. I don't remember ever having a better nap.

Author's Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 



Aunt Jean, Ron, and...



copyright ©2010 by A_Satori. All rights reserved.

Author's note: This piece is a multi-sequel to three previous stories: Aunt Jean, and, An Upside-down "Y", and, Island. I suggest at least the first two titles be read prior to this story.

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FRIDAY EVENING

Jean stared over the top edge of her menu at the man. She was trying to imagine his face with a beard. She was fairly certain it was him. He suddenly looked towards her and she quickly averted her eyes to the list of appetizers. She leaned towards Ron and spoke just above a whisper, "Ron?"

He continued searching the entrees. They had only been here once last summer, the day they had gone to Lincoln Park Zoo. Mrs. T had recommended it to Jean. He was trying to remember the name of the dish with the really wide, thick noodles. It had been very tasty. "Yeah?"

"Don't look now, but wh-"

"Huh?" His eyes went to her then he glanced around the room.

"Don't look around." Jean exhaled sharply and dipped her head behind her menu.

His heart fell a little when he saw Jean was hiding her face as she had that very first time they went out. He thought she was over all that. "Jean, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just don't look around."

He sighed. "Okay. I won't. Is some... What is it?"

Jean whispered, "There's a man sitting at a little table against the wall near the front window. Don't loo-"

Ron interrupted, "Jean, come on, if he's looking over here it's because you're beautiful, it's not becau-"

She broke in, "I'm not thinking about that." She blinked. Was she being as bad as some people use to be, actually still were at times, about her disfigurement? No, it wasn't the same thing, yet she had been staring and he did have a bad scar.

Ron was clueless. His brow pinched. "What about the guy?"

She continued whispering, "He's got a thick scar on his head. In a few minutes, will you look over at him, don't stare, just casually glance?"

Ron couldn't believe she was asking him to look at someone's scar. "Jean, this... doesn't this seem a bit like-"

She interrupted again, "I know... it's... it's bad of me, but it's not about his scar. I think it's that man who was marooned on that island. Remember? Last December? Maybe around Thanksgiving? He and a few girls were rescued. He had a beard though and longer hair in the pictures I saw of him." His scar had been seared into her memory.

Ron's abdomen tensed. "Has he been checking you out? Or, are... are you attracted to him?" He wasn't sure how serious he was about the latter question.

Jean rolled her eyes and shook her head. She smiled softly at Ron. "No. I'm sitting with the man I'm attracted to. You're right. I shouldn't have stared, but... I'm just curious. It was an interesting story, and I thought I heard on some morning news show that he was thinking of moving to Chicago. I-I was wondering if that was him. That's all. Nevermind. I'm being rude to him and to you."

"Is he looking this way?"

Jean whispered again, "I don't want to look. I don't want him to think I'm staring at his scar."

Ron smiled. Sometimes it was so difficult to believe she was twelve years older than him.

She whispered once more, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"You're just very cute sometimes. I wish I could kiss you right now."

"We can't do that in the open, you know that, and... you're just making fun of me now, aren't you?"

"Jean?"

"What?"

His smile turned into a grin. "Why are you whispering?" He chuckled, then felt Jean's foot give his calve a light slap.

Jean blushed. "Shut up. You are laughing at me." She half smiled. It had been silly to whisper, the man wouldn't be able to hear her normal voice.

Their waitress walked up to the table. She raised her pad and put her pen to it. "Hi. Are you ready to order?"

Ron looked at the pretty girl, the smile still on his face. "I think we need a few more minutes, but... there's this one dish, with really wide noodles. I can't remember the name of it. It was a stir fry with meat and... broccoli, I think." He showed her the menu.

The waitress bent at the waist and pointed out two entrees to the cute guy. "Um... this one, and this one have wide noodles."

Ron had been gazing at the man with the scar. "I'm sorry, which?"

The girl smiled. She guessed he thought she was cute too. "This one, and... this one."

"Great. We'll just need a few more minutes."

Jean was trying to control her surprisingly instant and growing sensation of jealousy. She sipped her water as Ron gave the girl a smile before she walked away. She set her glass down and stretched towards him. "Which two?"

Ron leaned towards her, showing her his menu and pointing with his finger. "This one and... ahhh... this one."

"I'm sorry, which two?" She grinned.

His eyes met Jean's. "Hey... I was looking at the guy you think is hot."

"I don't think that." She quickly glanced at the man. He actually was good-looking, trim, muscular, but he was too old to be described as an ideal guy. She tensed for a moment as the thought made her worries about her relationship with Ron surface.

He noticed a change in Jean's expression. "What?"

She smiled. "Nothing. So do you think that's him?"

Since the previous summer he always closely checked out people with scars or disfigurements he saw now, although he made sure not to stare and to be furtive about his glances if it was in person. His reason for doing it was to see how the person was reacting to and handling the people around him or her. He remembered seeing photos, news videos, and even some segment on one of those dumb TV "entertainment news" programs he happened to walk passed in the student union. He couldn't recall the guy's face except that he had a beard, but the scar looked exactly as he remembered it. "You're right. It might be him. Did you want to talk to him or... or get an autograph or something?"

His gut tightened again. She might say yes. He knew someday she might meet a guy she wanted to get to know, then might fall in love, get married, all of it. He took a slow breath and told himself not to think about it. The summer had just started. They were still months away from having to seriously talk about it again and decide whether or not to renew their relationship 'agreement.'

Jean shook her head slightly. "No. I mean, it would be great to hear the story first hand, but... it would be rude to just intrude on him. And he's probably sick of it, I mean people asking him about it. If it really is him." She noticed something odd in Ron's eyes. She wondered if he was momentarily jealous too. She smiled. "Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"You're really cute, and I wish I could give you a kiss right now." She felt a wave of sadness. After months of consideration, she finally had promised herself a week ago this had to be the last summer with him, her last summer of love. She had to let him go on with his life and leave her behind in the fall. There wasn't any other option. She had to let him go.

"I really do wish I could kiss you."

"Me too."

Ron smiled and sighed. "I guess we better figure out what to order. Huh?"

Her eyes moistened. She nodded. "Uh-huh. Yam nuea and pad thai?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, those for sure." He really wished he wasn't starting his summer job on Monday. He wanted to spend every hour of the next three months with her.

Ron kept looking at her as Jean's face turned to her menu. He felt his semi grow a bit more and suddenly also wished they would have returned home first after dropping Dad at O'Hare earlier. A couple weeks ago over the phone they had made plans to have dinner here though, see Dad off then drive straight into the city from the airport. He knew they would never have made it in for dinner if they had gone home first. They had been together for a day and a half and had only been able to sneak in a few lengthy, passionate, tongue dancing kisses, the last one before leaving the airport. He desperately wanted to make love with her and was glad Jean seemed nearly as eager as him. Waiting a few more hours would just make it all that much sweeter and hotter. And he did really enjoy being out with her on a date... just being with her, period.

Ron's eyes returned to his menu. "So... what else should we get?"





Aunt Jean, Ron, and...



Her words came out fast, "What did you say?"

"I said I knew you before college."

Jean's stomach tightened more. She hated how they had to lie sometimes. She wished again that things could be different, that they could be the same age, that they not be related, that... She closed her eyes for a moment and took a slow breath.

Ron's brow pinched. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

"I... won't." She made a small smile appear on her lips. Her eyes swiveled to the right in a quick glance. The art professor was staring at her again. She looked at Ron as her hand started rising to her eye, then stopped for a moment and moved towards her water glass.

Ron noticed where her hand had been headed. He wondered if Jean thought Palow was good-looking. Well, the guy was, at least that's what he overheard some of the girls in the drawing class say about him. He also took a sip of ice water. He knew he had sort of checked out Kyli too. No, not really. It was that he thought he had seen her before, but she was very pretty, that was for sure. Hot too.

Jean told herself not to look at Palow again, nor look at the man with the scar. She wished she and Ron didn't have to worry about his professor. Sometimes they chanced holding hands for brief periods in restaurants, little affectionate acts that no one would really notice. She saw a large smile grow on Ron's face. "What?"

"On campus this spring there was a series of free, old, classic movies, you know, really old, black and white films, well, some were in color. It was part of a movie history course or something, but anyone could go to the showings on Friday nights. It was in a large lecture hall. I think I briefly mentioned it to you during one of our phone calls."

"Uh-huh?"

"Some of films were really good, like... have you ever seen 'Lonely Are the Brave?'"

"No. What's it about?"

"I thought we might rent it if it's available anywhere, so I don't want to tell you the whole story, but... it's about a guy out west, like in the 1950's, a Korean war hero, and... he's a cowhand who lives by his own moral code. He goes out of his way to get put in jail because he... ahhhh... I don't want to ruin it for you if we watch it sometime, anyway..." He grinned. "I was thinking about this other film, because of Palow showing up."

Jean's brow pinched. "What movie?"

"'Casablanca.' Have you seen it?"

Jean grinned. "Yes, I think everyone has at some time. Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman."

"Yeah. Well, there's this line that Rick says about the girl showing up, something like... of all the gin joints in the world, she had to show up in his. I was thinking of changing 'gin joint' to 'Thai joint,' and 'she' to 'he.'" He chuckled briefly.

Jean laughed softly. "We'll still have a nice time. He's going to be paying attention to his girlfriend, not us."

"Does she... ahhh... nevermind."

"What?"

"I think I've seen her before. I thought maybe you and I had seen her somewhere."

"I don't think I have. She's... she's very beautiful though." Jean again felt a twinge of jealousy. She knew Ron thought the girl was beautiful. Well, she is beautiful.

"The girls in my drawing class said Mr. Palow was really hot. Is he?"

"I... I don't know." She exhaled softly. "I guess." Another gentle wave of sadness coursed through her. "But I'm with the best looking guy in the restaurant."

"And I'm with the most beautiful girl anywhere." Kyli was beautiful and hot, but so was Jean and that wasn't even considering her inner beauty.

Her sadness rose again as she looked into his eyes. 'Girl' was becoming a stretch. She was 31. She had joined a small, women only health club to keep in shape. She had always exercised alone at home but thought she'd be able to really shape up at the club. At first it had been for Ron mainly but it quickly became mostly for herself. She liked feeling fit. The Ron connection was that she was trying to look younger for him, maybe for herself too so the age difference wouldn't be that apparent to people who saw them together. She knew it had always been a losing battle and would lose it no matter how many times Ron said she looked like a college girl. It wouldn't matter in a few months.

She kept her tears at bay and smiled softly. "Thank you. And I should have said anywhere for you too."

He had a sensation Jean wasn't fully with him. His brow pinched. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh." She took a deep breath and sighed. "This is a good restaurant. I'm glad Betty told us about it."

"I think since this is our second time here, we should call this 'our restaurant' like we do the one back in town. This'll be our city Thai place."

Jean smiled. "Okay. We will."

Their waitress approached with the spring rolls and beef salad. Jean leaned back and fiddled with the napkin on her lap. When she looked up she met the eyes of the man with the scar. He was staring at her and didn't look away. She quickly turned her face to Ron. She told herself once more that Ron's eyes on her, what Ron saw on her face was all that mattered.

Ron picked up the plate of yam nuea. "How much do you want?" He started putting some on Jean's plate.

"Mmm... not a lot. I like it but it's really spicy here."

Ron stopped serving. "You should have told me not to ask for extra spicy."

"I didn't say I didn't like it spicy. And... you like it that way. I just don't want a lot."

"Okay." He put a little more on her plate, then chuckled. "Good... more for me."

"I get more of the spring rolls then." Jean grinned. She glanced at the man with the scar. He was eating but he was still staring. He averted his eyes first. She wondered if it had something to do with her ugly eye and his thick scar. Might he be comparing them? She figured she'd win as most ugly. Scars on guys were interesting, on women they were ugly.

A few minutes later Ted and Kyli were served their appetizers.

The man with the scar continued eating his meal leisurely.

As Jean and Ron ate and talked, without meaning to, she would glance periodically at the man with the scar or Palow. Nearly every time each man was looking at her. By the end of their meal she was feeling anxious about it. She was positive they were staring at her ugly eye. She wished she was sitting in Ron's chair or the one opposite her would be the best, her bad profile couldn't be seen by anyone if she was sitting in that chair. It was the first time in the past ten months or so that she had felt the old anxiety about it this badly.

The waitress walked up. Jean told herself to stop thinking about her eye and scars and somehow stop herself from looking at the two men. Ted Palow was attractive, maybe 'attractive in an interesting way' would be a better description. She knew she actually thought he was very good-looking, really cute, even hot. That was a first. Ron had been the only one she had thought of as that attractive. For some reason, the admission made her more nervous.

Ron smiled at the waitress. "Would you please wrap up the leftovers."

The girl smiled. "Sure. Would you like anything else?"

Ron raised his eyebrows at Jean. She had been fairly quiet the past few minutes or so. "Let's get ice coffees, okay?"

"I... um..." She realized her anxiety had a tiny bit of panic in it. She promised Ron to never feel that again. "Mmm... uh-huh."

Ron smiled at the girl. "Two iced coffees please."

"Okay." The girl picked up the serving plates and headed to the kitchen.

Ron met Jean's eyes. "I don't mean to bug you by repeatedly asking if you're okay, but is something... on your mind?" He hoped she wasn't getting anxious about their situation, their relationship. He didn't want to confront that for a while yet. He had been thinking a lot about it and all it did was make him sad and worried.

Jean smiled. "I'm fine." Ron kept gazing into her eyes. He could always tell when she was fibbing. "I..." She took a breath. "Don't get angry with me, all right?"

His brow pinched. "I won't. What is it?"

"There's... your art prof and that man with the scar have been..." She took another breath. "I'm sorry. Nevermind. It's... nothing. Sorry." She made her smile grow.

"Have they been... staring?"

"No... well... sort of. I-I don't know. Maybe it-it's my imagination."

"Jean-"

She interrupted, "I know... and I don't care, all I care about is you looking at me, and... they're probably not staring anyway."

He half smiled as he leaned towards and took her hand in his below the table. He knew she thought they were staring at her eye. "Jean, even if I wasn't in love with you, I'd want to look at you. You're beautiful and cute and hot, and if they're looking over here, it's because of that. You don't seem to get it. It's not because of your eye, it's because of both your eyes and... the rest of you." He held her hand a little tighter. "I'm not making that up."

Jean's eyes teared a little. She didn't believe he was right, but whenever he said that sort of thing it made her not care if anyone stared at her disfigurement. She whispered, "I love you, Ron."

"And I love you." His smile grew. "Too bad you just gave me an 'F' for my Drawing 2 course."

Her brow pinched. "Huh?" Ron released her hand and started to push his chair back.

"Well, I'm gonna go over there and beat the hell out of Palow for checking you out." He began to stand.

She grabbed his wrist and whispered emphatically, "Sit down, you nut."

Ron grinned and pulled his chair closer to the table.

Jean's jaw momentarily clenched. For a second she had believed he was going to say something to his professor. She also knew if any guy ever accosted her, Ron would physically assault him. His muscles were even bigger than last summer. He said he had worked out at school routinely, rarely missing a day. She was glad he had noticed she had toned up and lost a little weight when she visited last Christmas. She smiled remembering how crazy he said she had made him when they couldn't make love for five days until Frank went back to work. She had been nervous every time they made love, at least at first, thinking Frank would show up unannounced, possibly forgetting a blueprint or something.

"What's the smile about?"

"I was just thinking about last Christmas. The little dinner party you suggested, Betty, Bill, Josh and his girlfriend Cathy, you, me, and Frank. I think everyone had a good time. It was a good suggestion." Her smile shrank a little. "I don't think it made Frank sad at all." Ron had been worried about his dad, she had worried about him too even though Frank seemed enthusiastic about the idea. She knew Frank and Maggie used to have parties fairly often before she got sick, usually small dinner parties.

"Yeah, I'm glad I worried for nothing. You were terrific before it with all the preparations, and during it, and af..." He grinned. "Actually, I guess afterwards it was just Dad and me who did the clean up."

"I tried to help, you two wouldn't let me."

"Dad and I had that planned, especially since you did all that cooking and baking and stuff, not just for the dinner party."

"You two helped me with the preparations and cooking."

"Yeah... both of us were shocked at how bossy you were in the kitchen." He grinned.

"Shut up. I was not bossy." She knew he was kidding, but she had given them orders cooking and preparing everything. Both Frank and Ron had teased her about it at the time too, which just made it more fun, well... except for the moments it made her angry.

His smile shrank a little. "Actually, I enjoyed every moment of the holidays. It... it was the best Christmas in years. I think it was because of you, Jean. Dad... I think Dad had a great time too. I'm glad you suggested we go to that tree farm and cut our own tree. Like I said, we... we used to do that when Mom was alive. I got worried a little about Dad, but..." His smile grew. "Dad got into it again too. You said he would."

Jean knew it used to be Frank's and Maggie's tradition. It was the same for herself, Frank and their parents. She had talked to her brother about it first. He had worried about Ron's reaction. She had then talked to Ron and he told her his concerns about Frank. She had convinced them both singly that it would be good for the other, then suggested it at breakfast the next morning. It had been fun for everyone. Frank had gotten sad on Christmas eve for a while, had gone out alone for a walk after the late night news. Ron had gotten quiet about the same time too.

She smiled softly. "I think we all made it a wonderful, memorable Christmas."

It had been one of her best. The absolute best in the past twelve years. She had gotten sad missing Mom and Dad, but she'd always be sad about that. And as usual, she had been sad about Maggie too. Margaret had always been more than a friend, more than a sister, more like a real sister to her. Maggie, and Frank too, had tried to help her the way Ron finally had. Jean loved and missed her very much but she knew it wasn't anything compared to how Frank and Ron felt. Jean inwardly cringed for a moment when she thought of how crushed, angry, and appalled Margaret would be if she knew about her and Ron.

"Yeah, but you were the catalyst. After you had to leave for home, you know I was still there for a few days. Dad and I took the tree down. We... we both said you were the one who had made it a great Christmas. You made Christmas special again, for both of us, Jean."

Her eyes welled. Once again with all her heart she wished Maggie was still alive, and that somehow she herself was younger, and wasn't Ron's aunt, just his girlfriend. The past year she had been so full of futile wishes.

Ron reached for her hand and held it firmly. "Hey, that was me saying thank you."

She forced a smile to her mouth. "I know. I should say the same to you and Frank for making it wonderful for me, so... thank you too." She had written a card to her brother a week later, saying as much. She had telephoned Ron about the same time, thanking him, then Ron had started making love to her verbally. She never thought of it as 'phone sex.'

Ron gave her hand an extra squeeze and then let go. He wished he could just hold it as long as he wanted. He thought about next Christmas being only six months away. He knew the special relationship with Jean might be over by then. He wondered how difficult it would be to have her visit yet not make love with her, possibly even meet some new guy in her life. His gut tightened. He didn't want to think about it.

Jean's lips formed a sad smile. "I feel like I should ask you if you're all right now."

He wondered what he should say, what he should withhold. They were always open and truthful with each other. He glanced to one side then the other. He smiled at Jean. His voice was soft, just above a whisper, "I love you, Jean. I still think and feel that love can only be good and wonderful, but..." He stopped talking and wished he had after 'wonderful.'

Jean continued for him, "But we both know that sometimes it's sad... because-"

Ron interrupted, "Because of rules and genetics that I wish I could somehow magically change."

Jean tried to keep the smile on her face but couldn't. Her face tensed, her eyes welled to the brim as she nodded.

He took her hand again. "I'm sorry. I-I should have stopped talking before that but."

Jean got herself under control. She wiped her eyes with her free hand and again forced a smile to her lips. "I wish there was magic too, Ron. We know that we'll ha-"

He broke in, "Jean, let's not talk about it tonight. I shouldn't have said anything. This is first time we're alone this summer. Let's not get... I don't want either of us getting sad. We have the whole summer, months before we have to talk about it again." His gut tightened again. "Unless..." His brow pinched. "Have you found someone?"

"No. No one." She blinked. "Have you?" Fear suddenly filled her.

He chuckled. "No." An image of Kyli's face popped into his mind for a moment. "Remember what I said last year near the end of summer?"

Jean tried to calm herself. Once more she forced a smile. "You said a lot of things. What?"

"Let's just assign a day at the end of August to get sad, if we need a sad day. Okay?"

"All right. But... I think we should still do the monthly reviews." She thought she might somehow slowly prepare him for August. Somehow prepare herself too. She also knew she might change her mind. No... no, she couldn't change her mind.

He first shook his head then nodded. "Yeah, sure."

Her smile vanished and her brow tensed. "You think we shouldn't?"

"I guess I thought since we'd be together, we'd not need the review every month, but if you think we should, we will."

"I think we should."

"Okay. I guess you're right. We said every month, so we'll do it every month." He gave her another sad smile.

"What?"

"You know, we never say anything new during those. And..." He exhaled. "We just get sad, at least I do for the most part."

"Ron..." Jean sighed.

"Let's talk about something else." He smiled. "We have all summer to get sad." He saw her eyes tear once more. He should have shut up again. He thought he saw something in her expression. For a few moments he had the sensation of being in freefall. She's already decided. The waitress brought over the take home bag, the iced coffees, and the check. He said thanks to the girl. He told himself he was just imagining the worst, that Jean hadn't made a decision. He picked up his glass. "You know what I don't tell you enough?"

"What?"

"How good and happy I feel when I'm with you. It's like every moment is special."

"Oh Ron..." A tear escaped her left eye. She quickly wiped it with her fingers. "... you make me feel the same way."

Ted got the attention of their waitress. When she came over he ordered two iced coffees. As the girl walked away he asked Kyli if they should ask Ron and his date to sit with them. "We could both walk over there and ask them."

Her face tensed. "You really want to?"

Ted half smiled. "I figure the guy ruined my date with a hot babe, I thought I'd ruin his too."

Kyli thought he wanted a closer look at the girl. "How did he ruin our time together?"

"Well, I would have held your hand, and kissed you... I believe it was three times."

Her eyes opened wider. "You know the exact number?" He's so full of it sometimes! He wouldn't have leaned over the table to kiss me! She half smiled. Maybe he would have!

"Yeah. The first one was when you were reading the menu and your fingertips combed your hair behind your ear. The second time was when there was a smudge of sauce on your lower lip. The third time was a moment ago when you thought I wanted to have coffee with them to just check out his girlfriend."

Kyli blushed. "I... didn't think that." She watched her brother smile, then grin, then start chuckling. Her jaw clenched but a small smile curved her mouth. "Did you know that I really hate you sometimes?" She exhaled sharply. "Am I really that transparent?"

"No, not all the time." He took a breath. "You're half right, I guess, not to check her out, but... and I'm not inventing this, Ky, I really do think I've seen her somewhere before. I can't remember where though and it's bugging me. And..." He exhaled.

Ted leaned towards her and took Kyli's hand again. "Remember what I said earlier? I'm going to be very frank here. I don't agree with your concept of us being open to finding other people. I still think we should somehow figure out how to talk to Mom and Dad about us being together, but... okay, yeah, I see your point too, and when I can think objectively about it, I'm glad you're being open to meeting someone, but I'm also glad you haven't found anyone. You know how many girls I've said, 'I love you' to?" He saw Kyli's eyes tearing up. She shook her head. "One. You. Why do you think I never had a relationship last longer than a year and a half? It's because I couldn't say that to any girl. I can with you because it's the truth.




Aunt Jean, Ron, and...



"I know this relationship is... in certain ways, crazy, at times it makes me a bit nuts when I feel both like your lover and your brother at the same moment, I mean... well, I hope you know what I mean. Most of the time I guess I agree with you that Mom and Dad would never accept it because... Ky, they never thought of you as a hyphenated or prefixed daughter, you were never their adoptive daughter, you were always just their daughter, and... I'm somewhat concerned if we told them about us they'd somehow feel they had failed as parents. I figure they might even disown me and put you in the loony bin for observation. But... sometimes, I really do think they would see our love, and... and accept it.

"Ky, you're the only girl... the only woman I've ever loved, ever said those words to. I love you, and... and there are moments I hate myself for that because I think I'm screwing up your life."

"You're not screwing up my life, Ted, or... or maybe we're both making a mess of the other's life. I worry about you too. I love you. I-I just can't hurt Mom and Dad. I can't lose them. I'm afraid to take that chance."

"I don't want to hurt them either."

"I... I still think we should be open to others, but... Ted, I haven't been. I'm not looking at all. I think about it in terms of you being open to finding some other woman, not me finding some other guy." She exhaled. "I hate the sneaking around behind Mom and Dad, and... and like you just said, I'd love it if you could kiss me and neither of us worry who might see, or holding your hand, or a million other little things." She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. "Sorry, I know I've said all this before, and... and I've made you say it all again."

"Yeah, we do talk in circles a lot." He ventured a smile. "But you've sort made me do that all my life, since we were kids."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, always asking why, then I'd give you an answer, and you'd say why again to that, and then again to the new explanation, and again and again, until we were back to the first question."

"That's because your answers were never clear."

"No, it's because I didn't give you the answer you wanted." He chuckled.

"That's not true. Why would you say something like that?"

Ted's chuckling turned into laughter. "I rest my case."

"Shut up." Kyli yanked her hand away but smiled before she took a sip of her water.

Ted's laughter died. For a moment he wondered if she loved him as much as he did her. Was that the real problem? He wanted to tell her again they should just sit down with Mom and Dad and bare it all, let the chips fall where they may. He really wasn't sure how their parents would react, at least not after the initial shock. He knew they loved Kyli and himself, but... He sighed. It suddenly seemed the evening was going down the tubes.

Kyli glanced at the other table then looked at Ted. She knew the turn in their conversation would do nothing but make them sad. She didn't want either of them to feel like that tonight. They hadn't seen each other for over a month. "Should we invite them to have another coffee with us?"

"Hell with it."

Ky rolled her eyes. "Don't pout." Her heart swelled with emotion. He looked like a little boy for a moment. She again thought about her dream of having a baby with him. She half wished she would have gotten pregnant after their first night together. They would have had no choice but to tell Mom and Dad. She was on the pill now.

"We only have a deuce. No place for them to sit."

Kyli told herself not to get dispirited. She gazed at her brother, her lover, the man with whom she really did want to spend the rest of her life. He was actually cute when he was pouting, well, sometimes. It made her want to hug him. "You think we could move to another table?" She raised her eyebrows on her smooth forehead and held her smile back but there was a hint of it showing on her lips.

Ted noticed her hidden smile. "No. I'd have to leave two tips then. You know assistant professors don't make huge salaries."

Kyli rolled her eyes again. "You always talk about wanting to be like a normal couple, so... let's see what it's like." Her face went to neutral. "Ted, I didn't mean it to sound like we wer-"

He interrupted, "I know what you meant, and... you're right, it would be a normal thing. We don't do much of that and I doubt we'll run into them again. Normal except for him being a goddamn student."

"So he's a student, so what?"

"Like I said, there's a certain..."

"Oh, shut up."

Ted chuckled. Ky had brightened his mood. It was one of the things he loved about her. He pushed his chair back. "I'll ask them." He saw the waitress coming with their drinks.

"Okay."

Jean's stomach tensed when she saw Ron's professor stand up and start towards their table. His eyes met hers again. She quickly looked at Ron. "Um..."

Ted took his eyes off the girl and stepped to the side so his student could see him. "Pardon me, Ron."

Ron was surprised. "Ahh... yeah, Mr. Palow?"

"Kyli and I were wondering if you and your..." He smiled at the girl. "... date would like to have your coffees with us." He looked at Ron. "But... if you two would rather be alone, I'll understand."

"Oh... ah..." Ron looked at Jean. She seemed really nervous again. Ron had wondered what it might be like to be with Jean while with another couple. He thought it would be a good experience for Jean, and for himself too. "Ahh... um... oh, Mr. Palow, this is... Jean. Jean, this is Mr. Palow, my art professor."

Ted smiled and stepped around Ron. "Jean, very nice to meet you." He extended his hand. "And it's Ted. Ted Palow."

Jean took his hand. She felt breathless but was able to get out, "Nice to m-meet you too, Ted." She took a breath. His hand felt a lot like Ron's.

Ted slid his hand from the girl's. He turned to Ron. "You should call me Ted too, at least when we're not in class. So... should I leave you two alone, or should we move to a table we can all sit and have our coffees?"

Ron looked at Jean. She still seemed frightened. He was sure it would be good for her, for both of them. "Ahh... yeah, why don't you join us. This is a big table." He glanced up at Ted and smiled.

"Okay. I'll tell Ky." He only turned and smiled with a nod. He watched Kyli stand then pick up their coffees. She walked over to them smiling. Ted pulled out a chair for her. She set the glasses down. "Kyli, this is Jean. Jean, this is Kyli."

The young women smiled, shook hands and said hello to each other. Kyli sat down. Ted took the fourth chair. Each woman thought the other looked a little older than they had first assumed. Jean hoped Ron didn't let it slip she was his aunt. Kyli hoped Ted didn't forget not to mention she was his sister, then her stomach tensed hoping she didn't forget not to refer to him as her brother. Both women sipped their drinks at the same moment. The action made each of them almost laugh. They could tell the other was a little nervous, then they each wondered why the other was.

Ted drew his eyes away from Jean and looked at Ron. "I gotta tell ya, I was a little surprised to see you here. You live in the city?"

"Ahh... no. We... Jean and I wanted to come here for dinner. We were here once before, a... a friend recommended it."

"Yeah, the food's terrific here." He looked at the girl. "Jean, do you live in the area?"

Again Jean felt breathless. She swallowed. "I... um... no, I'm just visiting a-a... my brother." She glanced at Ron. He gave her a soft smile.

Ron was trying to tell Jean to relax without using words. He figured he better help her out. He turned his face to Kyli. "What about you, Kyli?"

"No, I'm spending a few days with my parents in the suburbs."

Ted sipped his coffee, his eyes on Jean. He set his glass down. "Jean, have you ever visited Ron on campus, been down there sometime?"

"Um... no, no I haven't."

Kyli teeth clenched for a moment. She kept her eyes on her brother. "Ted, thinks he's seen you before, Jean."

Ted glanced at Ky. She seemed a little pissed. "Yeah, I do think that." He gave Ky a little smile then looked at Jean. "I thought I might have seen you with Ron on campus or something."

Ron was also looking at Jean. She seemed near panic. He figured he should help her again. "No, Jean's never visited me at school. I've invited her a bunch of times though." He had. Jean always said it was too chancy, giving him a handful of scenarios, mostly involving his dad, how he might ask her to drive down with him sometime, and what if someone would see them all together who had seen just her and him before, and then would say something to Frank about seeing her before. Ridiculous scenarios like that. Although her excuse about a college friend she might meet and then the guy visiting him at home during the summer did make some sense.

Ted sipped his coffee again. "Well... maybe it was someplace else. I usually have a really good visual memory..." He smiled. "...but a hell of a time remembering names."

Kyli glanced at the man with the scar, then at everyone around the table. "Do any of you recall that story last... oh, I think it was Thanksgiving, about the man shipwrecked with-"

Ron laughed.

Jean's eyes grew as she turned her face to the other woman. "Yes, is... is that him?"

Kyli looked at Jean, her own eyes were wider too. "I've been wondering. Do you think it's him?"

Ted's brow pinched. "Who? Who are you talking about?"

Ron spoke, "There's a guy here, near the window, the guy with..." He hesitated. "...the guy with the scar on his head." He turned to Jean. "You want to tell it?"

Jean's hand almost went to her disfigurement again, but moved to her coffee glass. She held it on the table just to keep her hand from moving. Her nervousness rose as she turned her face to Ted. "There was a shipwreck, a man and four college girls were marooned on a south seas island. Four... maybe five months later they were rescued by a passing cargo ship. I... we thought the man by the window might be him, the-the man in the story, but... he had a beard in the photos and news reports I've seen. I-I was just wondering if it was him."

Kyli looked at her brother. "I was going to mention it earlier, but... we started talking about something else."

"Yeah, I remember it. Marooned on an island with four hot chicks. Every man's dream."

Kyli exhaled and then frowned.

"Where did you say he's sitting?"

Kyli spoke softly, "By the window. Don't turn around and look at..." She exhaled sharply again when Ted twisted around in his chair.

"Oh... that guy." He stared at the man for a few moments. "You know, maybe it is him." He turned to the table again. "Excuse me. I'll be right back. Might as well find out if it's him, maybe ask him over for a coffee too. If that's all right with everyone."

 Jean's eyes grew larger, a crease formed on her cheek near her disfigured eye socket. "Umm... uh... don't bothe-"

Kyli interrupted Jean, "Ted, just sit down. He probably doesn't wa-"

"I'm not going to be a jerk." He pushed his chair back. "I think some news report said he's an artist. I'll just say hello, see if he's working again."

Kyli glared at him for a moment, then shook her head as he stood up and went over to the man. She looked at Ron then Jean. "Would you want strangers walking up to you if... if you were someone who's probably been hounded by news people for months?"

Jean answered, "No. I wouldn't."

Kyli said, "Me neither."

Ron glanced at Kyli's breasts then looked at her face. He was fairly sure she wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed bizarre that he thought he had seen her somewhere, and that Ted thought he had seen Jean before. Might it have been at the same time? Where? "It's been a while. It's old news. I bet no reporters or paparazzi are at his heels anymore." He looked at Palow and the man. Ted was speaking as he pulled a chair out and sat down. The guy glanced at them. Ron turned his face to Jean. She still looked nervous. "What's his name anyway?"

"I think it's Joe, something... Polish or Russian sounding."

Kyli nodded. "That's right. It's... oh, I can't recall now. I think it ends in a..."

Both Kyli and Jean said, "wicz," at the same time. They smiled at each other.

Ron chuckled briefly. "Surround sound." He took a sip of his ice coffee. "I'm surprised one of them hasn't come out with a book about it."

Kyli's eyes met Ron's. "I was wondering the same thing." She smiled.

Jean sipped her drink noticing both Kyli's and Ron's smiles. She felt another pang of jealousy, then told herself to relax. She knew she really wasn't jealous about Kyli or the smile, she was thinking about the end of summer, Ron and some unknown girl when he went back to school.

They all watched Ted get up and walk back to their table. He sat down.

"I asked him to join us, but he said he had to leave in a few minutes, said he was meeting someone."

Kyli spoke, "So, is it him?"

"Yeah, that's him." Ted took a drink of his coffee.

Ky half smiled and shook her head a couple times. Just like when we were kids! He wants me to ask! "We-elllll? You were there a few minutes, what did you talk about?"

Ted smiled. "Oh... yeah. I asked him if he was doing any art, asked if his experience was fodder for subject matter, at least in an emotional or an abstract sense if not literally visual. I don't know anything about his images, he could be a non-objective painter. His name is Joe Bartyniewicz, if you didn't know. He said he wasn't making any art." Ted smiled. "An odd thing, when I asked him where he was living, what area of the city, turns out he bought a house near my old neighborhood, on the edge of the Humbolt Park area. He said he lived here for a while when he was young."

Ted chuckled and looked at Kyli. "He said he came back for the hot dogs." He grinned as Ky shook her head and smiled. He switched his gaze to Jean and Ron. "When I invited him to come over for another iced coffee, I figured he just didn't want to talk. He seemed nice enough though... I guess. Oh... I asked if he was ever going to write a book about the experience, and he didn't really answer, then said he had heard one of the girls was about to get a book published."

Kyli grinned. "We were just talking about that."

Jean saw Joe Bartyniewicz, rise from his chair and put some money down on the table. As he turned towards the door, he met her eyes for a moment, hesitated, then started towards their table. Her stomach knotted and she felt breathless for a moment. She blurted a whisper, "He's... he's coming over."

Jean decided he was very attractive, even being older and with the scar. She realized he looked about Frank's age, maybe twelve to fifteen years older than her, the same as the difference between her and Ron. The thought made her stomach tense even tighter. The age difference was very apparent between herself and the man, just as it would soon be between Ron and herself. She again thought how this had to be their last summer together no matter how much she wanted it to continue.

Ted turned around. He smiled. "Joe. You changed your mind. Great. Pull a chair up. I'll buy you another coffee."

Joe stepped to the side of Ted. "No, but thanks again for the offer. I just... came over to say hello to everyone else."

Ted made the introductions. "This is Kyli Yiu, Ron Mazur, and... well, Jean. Sorry, I don't know your last name, Jean. Everyone, this is Joe Bartyniewicz."

Joe moved around the table. Shaking hands with Kyli, then the young guy who stood up, which surprised Joe, then finally Jean. He took her hand in his. "I also came over to apologize to you, Jean. I... I couldn't stop myself from staring. You... well, you remind me of a very beautiful young woman I knew once upon a time. I shouldn't have stared, it was very impolite of me." He knew he was holding the young woman's hand too long. He told himself to let it go.

"That's... um... that's all right. I-I... maybe I should apologize too, I was staring sometimes too... I mean I was wondering if you were..." She closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath. "I'm trying to say, I apologize to you too."

Joe smiled softly. "Then I guess we're even." He didn't want to take his eyes off her but he did. He smiled at everyone. "Nice meeting all of you. Have a good evening."

Ted asked, "Sure you don't want to stay for another ice coffee?"

"No thanks. I really do have to get going. Goodnight, everyone." He looked at Jean one last time, then headed to the door. She did look a hell of a lot like her, both her body and face.

Jean watched him walk away for a few moments. She wondered if he had lied and had been staring at her eye. She then noticed Ron was smiling at her. Ted and Kyli were too. She felt her face instantly warm with a blush.

Kyli kept smiling, "No one has ever come up to me and said something like that. How does it feel?"

"I-I don't know. He... he was talking about someone else anyway."

Ted chuckled softly. "He was talking about you, Jean." He sipped his coffee then looked at Kyli. "I'm sure he thought you were beautiful too, Ky."

Kyli exhaled and frowned at him.

Ron spoke, "Now I'm wondering who the girl is Jean reminded him of."

Ted looked at Jean. "I think the other woman comment was bullsh... was a lie. He just wanted to come over and get a closer look at Jean."

Jean's hand started to rise to her eye once again then stopped and returned to her lap.

Kyli had been looking at Jean furtively whenever she could, not only because Ted was paying her a lot of attention, but that she definitely looked older close up. She certainly wasn't nineteen. Kyli blinked. "Do you..." She blinked again. "That one girl, well, two girls actually, that were on the island with him, but the one especially... you... you and she look somewhat similar, Jean. Do you remember them in any photos or on TV? Both were slender, petite, dark brunettes like you, but one... her name was... mmm... god, what was it... Lori... or... maybe Lisa. I think her name was Lisa something."

Jean gazed at Kyli. She was so beautiful and exotic. Jean knew Ron thought that and it was true. "I remember the name but... I can't picture her... um... face." She knew she had just called attention to her own.

Ted smiled. "All I can recall from pics of them was that all those girls were sizzling hot."

Ron chuckled. "I was just thinking that."

Both women looked intensely at their respective escorts.

Ted grinned. "But no where near as hot as you two."

Ron also grinned. "Yeah, I was thinking that too." He glanced at Kyli, then met Jean's eyes again.

As if planned, both women sighed, frowned and shook their heads. The guys laughed again.

Kyli turned to Jean. She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you just love it when the guy you're out with talks about how hot some other girl is?"

"Uh-huh. It always adds something special to the evening." Jean suddenly realized how easily she had just slid into the role of 'girlfriend.' She knew she and Kyli were just acting, playing around, but the ease in which she was doing it amazed her.

"Well, I thought Joe was really hot, didn't you? So rugged and handsome, and knowing what a hero he was on that island." Kyli smiled and sipped her coffee.

"Uh-huh, he was. He had a sort of very attractive... weathered manliness, didn't he?"




Aunt Jenny



Author's note: I've been having a bit a writer's block the last few months, so the series I've started have languished, along with the dozen other stories that I've started and not finished. I'm hoping that this will break the logjam and get me back to writing. The following story is for your consideration. It's implausible has hell, hurriedly written, and there's probably plot holes out the ass (no pun intended). It *IS* however, finished and that is an accomplishment all on it's own.



It wasn't my fault. It wasn't like the time she caught me smoking out back with a bunch of other guys. I was only 14 and tried to tell her that it was the only time I'd done it. She didn't believe me, and sat in her favorite chair with a switch and made me smoke a whole pack standing right there in front of her. If I balked, I got the switch. I smoked one, then two. On the third one, I threw up. It worked for a time...I didn't smoke again for a long time.

Then there was the time that she caught me sneaking a beer. In her chair, switch in hand, she made me drink a whole six-pack right there in front of her. I was 15 then, and of course got falling down drunk almost immediately and threw up. That worked, too. Even the smell of beer today makes me slightly nauseous.

Or the time she caught me stealing candy from the corner store when I was 8. She bought a shitload of candy and I ate the whole bag in one sitting. Yep, you guessed it -- chair, switch, me throwing up. I lost my sweet-tooth that day.

That was her main form of correcting behavior, sitting in her chair with the switch, making me overdose on whatever it was that she didn't want me doing. It usually worked and in hindsight, it's a damn good thing I never tried drugs. 

This time, however, it wasn't my fault. It wasn't something that I'd done intentionally, it was something being forced upon me. My cousin, Chuck, had basically pushed his dick into my mouth and beat me until I sucked it. I didn't want to be sucking his dick when she walked in, he had forced me to.

I guess a little back story is in order. "She" was my Aunt Jenny. I'd lived with her since I was two. As far as I could tell, my own parents were just fucking flakes. Mom disappeared three days after I was born. I guess she couldn't handle having a kid. Dad was a pothead and had me for a year or so, then showed up at his oldest sister's house and handed me over to her. "Can't take the responsibility," he told her. Then he too disappeared. Nobody has heard from him since. 

Aunt Jenny was the oldest of 5, Dad was the youngest. She had one son, Chuck, who was about 4 years older than me. A widow, her husband had died when Chuck was about 5 and they'd lived pretty comfortably on the insurance settlement. Aunt Jenny worked, but it was more for something to do than for the income.

She raised me as her own, but I was never to call her "mom". She was fair but strict, and heaven help you if you broke her rules. 

Chuck was, well, an asshole. As far back as I can remember, he delighted in getting me in trouble. It worked for a long time before Jenny caught on. After trying to get me in trouble stopped working, he started taking things out on me. He was always much bigger than me, having inherited his father's large build and not the slight, small-framed build that Aunt Jenny and I had inherited. He always towered over me and outweighed me. 

It started with little things...wedgies, indian burns, and the like. Then he discovered that if he flushed the toilet while I was in the shower, all the cold water would stop and I'd get scalded. That was his favorite game for a long while. After that, it progressed to "wrestling", usually with me in a headlock or his thick thighs crushing my head. When Aunt Jenny told him to stop, he'd say "Hey, we're just playing!"

Aunt Jenny tried to protect me from him, but she couldn't be around 100 percent of the time. She tried the overdose punishment on him, but he just grinned and kept doing whatever behavior she was trying ot correct. 

It finally came to a head one Friday night. I had just turned 18 and was a senior in high school. I was sitting at my desk in my room, working on a term paper for history class. There was only a couple months of school left, and I was getting anxious to graduate and move on. I was hoping to get some scholarships to college, so my grades were very important to me. I hated getting interrupted when I was in the middle of school work so when Chuck barged into my room, it irritated me.

"Whatcha doing, faggot?" he asked. I could tell he'd had a couple of beers. 

"Homework, jackass," I retorted. "You know, that shit you never did when you were in high school?"

That was my standard jab at Chuck. He'd failed several grades and finally gave up and dropped out when he was 17. Aunt Jenny was appalled, but really couldn't do anything about it. She let him live at home as long as he had a job and paid her rent.

"Fuck you, weasel," he replied. 

"With your pencil-dick? Yeah, right," I said, the comeback popping into my head before I could run thru the possible ramifications.

"Pencil-dick?" he said, a tinge of anger coloring his voice. "I got a MAN'S dick. I bet you wish you had one...hell, I bet you wish you had one fucking you, faggot." From behind me, I heard his belt buckle clatter and his zipper go down. 

I turned my head around and saw his dick poking out of the front of his pants. He grabbed it and waved it around.

"See, faggot? A REAL man's dick here. I bet it makes your mouth just water, doesn't it? Makes you want to drop on your knees and suck it, don't it?" he jeered.

"Jesus Christ!" I said. "I don't want to see your dick!" I started to turn around back around, but he reached out and grabbed the back of the chair, yanking it backwards. Both the chair and I fell backwards with a clatter. 

With one hand, Chuck pulled me backwards out of the chair and to my knees. "Suck my dick, faggot. Suck the cum out of my balls like a good little bitch," he sneered. 

Off-balance, I tried to pull away from him but his free hand balled into a fist and slammed into the side of my head. Before I could recover, my mouth had opened and he shoved his dick into my mouth.

"SUCK IT!" he demanded. 

I tried to pull away, but his fingers had curled into my hair with a death-grip. His fist crashed into my again. I tried several times to get away, but each time his fist returned. After the fourth or fifth time, I'd had enough. His hard dick was forced deep into my mouth, and I tentative started moving my mouth up and down it.

"Yessssss, that's it. I knew you were a cocksucker, bitch," he groaned. 

I just wanted the damn thing to be over with. I didn't like the taste, didn't like the way he shoved his cock into the back of my throat and made me gag. I thought, "I'll just get this bastard off, then he'll leave me alone."

I sucked his dick as best I could. I could tell I was doing a decent job because his fingers were relaxing their grip on my hair and he was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth with abandon. I felt him tense up, and suddenly my mouth started filling with his cum.

It was at that exact moment that, from behind Chuck, I heard, "What the HELL is going on in here?"

Chuck jerked back, his still-spewing cock blasting my lips and face with his juice. I fell backwards, released from his grip. Both of us looked at her in shock.

Chuck was the first to speak. "He told me he wanted to suck my dick, ma. I was just giving him what he asked for."

"Liar!" I yelled. "He came in here, called me a faggot, then shoved his dick into my mouth."

Her stern glare looked at me, sprawled backwards on the floor with Chuck's cum glistening all over my face. "You," she said, pointing at me, "get that shit off your face and wait in here. You," pointing at Chuck, "come with me."

Aunt Jenny and Chuck left my room, the door slamming behind them. As I wiped Chuck off my face with a t-shirt, I heard yelling, then screaming and the sound of things crashing into the walls. Finally, I heard Chuck scream, "Well, fuck you, too!" and the front door slam shut.

A few minutes later, Aunt Jenny came back into my room. A big red welt was forming on her face...obviously, Chuck had hit her. Her brows were furrowed in anger, and she was breathing heavily.

"Chuck's gone and he won't be back," she said angrily. "I don't know what to do about you."

"Honest, Aunt Jenny, it wasn't my fault!" I protested. "He came in here and knocked me out of my chair and..." 

"Shut up," she commanded. I could tell how furious she was...she had never told me to "shut up" before in my life. "I don't know what to do about you. You're restricted to your room until I tell you to come out."

"Aunt Jenny, I..." 

"SHUT UP!" she yelled at me, then stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard behind her that I thought she would tear it off the hinges.

Trembling, I laid down on my bed. It wasn't fair, I thought. She knows how Chuck is, she's been dealing with him doing things to me for my whole life. I was too upset to finish the term paper, so I just laid there for hours before falling asleep.

It was mid-morning when I woke up. I really had to piss, but I didn't want to make Aunt Jenny any madder than she already was by leaving my room to go to the bathroom. I opened my door and called out, "Aunt Jenny?" Strangely, I could have sworn I heard conversation in the living room.

"What is it?" I heard her call back. She didn't sound angry, maybe that was a good sign.

"Uh....can I go to the bathroom?" I felt like a 6 year old asking for permission.

"Yes, dear," she answered. "When you're done, come out here."

She didn't "dear" me when she was angry, so a wave of relief passed over me. I went to the bathroom, then walked out to the living room. Sitting on the couch were three men I didn't know. Aunt Jenny was sitting in her chair, switch in hand. A wave of shock passed through me. That was the punishment position....but what did I do that needed correction and why were those men here?

She saw me stop and stare. "Come in here," she said calmly. 

My legs stumbled me into the living room, ending up standing in front of her like I always did when she had her switch in hand. "Wha...what's going on, Aunt Jenny?" I stammered.

"I know how things are between you and Chuck, dear," she said. "Part of that has been taken care of and he won't be back after last night. However, I had no idea what to do about you."

"I..I..I didn't do anything!" I protested.

"Hush, dear, and let me finish," she replied. "I DID catch you with Chuck's penis in your mouth and his semen all over you. I can't be completely sure that it WASN'T your idea."

"So what are you going to do?" I asked, fearful of the answer. I think that in the back of my mind, I already knew.

She pointed to the men on the couch. "These are some friends of mine from work. They've graciously agreed to help me with correcting your behavior."

I goggled at her, denial fighting with comprehension. "You...you mean.."

"Yes, dear. You're going to fellate all of them. Hopefully, that will deter you from doing it in the future," she answered.

"I'm not going to suck them off!" I responded. Seriously? She was going make me suck three guys off and watch?

Like a snake, the switch leapt out and bit my thigh. A small welt formed as I rubbed the injury. She was serious.

"Yes, you will. And you will continue to do so until it revolts you," she said.

"C'mon, Aunt Jenny, you're being unreasona...." I started to say, but the switch bit into my thigh again. I wished I had worn jeans instead of shorts.

"Quiet!" she commanded. Turning to the men on the couch, she said, "Jerry, would you be kind enough to come over here?"

The man in the middle grinned, then stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. Unzipping his fly, he winked at me and said, "Anything to help today's youth." His half-hard dick emerged.

I looked at Aunt Jenny with pleading eyes. "Please, Aunt Jenny, don't make me do this!"

"Your behavior must be corrected," she said. "Get on your knees and fellate him, NOW!" For emphasis, the switch formed two new welts on my other thigh.

Hesitantly, I turned to Jerry and slowly sank to my knees. I looked up at Jerry's grinning face, then down to the now-hard dick in front of me. Resigned to my fate, I opened my mouth and took his dick between my lips.

"Mmmmmm," Jerry sighed. "I hate to enjoy someone's punishment, but as long as it's necessary I don't see how I can avoid enjoying it."

"Now, Jerry," Jenny said, "This isn't sex, this is corrective behavior."

"Sure, whatever you say," Jerry said, grabbing the back of my head and slowly pushing his dick into my mouth.

Jerry didn't taste or feel as bad as Chuck had, and wasn't trying to shove it down my throat either. I started sucking him, feeling his length slide in and out of my mouth. My hand crept up and grabbed his shaft. That helped...I didn't have to take his whole length in.

"Lick the head," Jerry suggested. 

I drew my mouth off of him, then swirled my tongue around his cockhead. Actually, this wasn't so bad. The fact that he was sexually excited started to excite me, too, and my own dick twitched in my shorts.

"That's right baby, now take it back in your mouth.....use your tongue, use your lips," he groaned. I did what he told me and was rewarded when his breath hissed past his clenched teeth.

I was starting to really get into it. It was pretty nice when someone wasn't trying to yank my hair out by the roots and shove their cock down my gullet. I started sliding my mouth and hand up and down his cock faster.

"Yeah, that's good," Jerry moaned. "That's real good. Real good.....REAL GOOD!"

As he cried out, his cock began throbbing in my mouth and filling it with cum. It wasn't bitter like Chuck's, and I started swallowing it. For some reason, I didn't want it to slip out of my mouth.

Jerry shuddered as his orgasm ran it's course, then relaxed. Pulling his softening dick out of my mouth, he patted me on my head. "I hope you learned something, young man," he said, smiling down at me.

"Albert?" Aunt Jenny said. "Would you care to come over here and continue the correction?"

Albert fairly jumped off the couch and walked quickly over to me, unzipping his pants and pulling out his raging hard cock. Without much fanfare, he presented his cock to me and my mouth dove on it. He was bigger than Jerry, and filled my mouth more. Again, he didn't taste as bad as Chuck....and the sensation of his dick sliding between my lips made my own dick twitch a little harder.

Albert was silent as I worked my mouth and hand on his throbbing cock. I realized that I was starting to like it, having a cock in my mouth. My dick was growing in my shorts as I sucked Albert's cock.

I kept up the rhythm I had started with Jerry, and in no time Albert's cum joined the cum that I had already swallowed. Albert pulled his cock out of my mouth with a "pop!" I was actually kind of reluctant to let it go. He then stepped aside as the third man stepped up.

I heard the smile in Aunt Jenny's voice as she said, "Anxious, Harold?" 

"Hell, yes," he replied, grabbing my head and guiding his dick into my waiting mouth. "Ahhhhh...yeah, that's good," he groaned.

By now, my own dick was throbbing in my pants. I was really turned on by being used by these three men. I wanted to suck their cocks, I loved sucking their cocks. I hungrily took Harold's dick as deep into my mouth as I could, savoring it's taste and texture. 

Harold didn't last as long as either Albert or Jerry. It only took a minute of my hot, wet mouth sucking his length before he, too, deposited his load into my waiting belly. I tried to prevent him from pulling out of my mouth, but he gingerly grabbed my head and slowly pulled me off his dick. "I'm not sure this is working, Jen," he laughed as he looked down me, cum and drool dripping from my mouth and a hungry expression on my face. "It looks like he wants more."

"I was afraid of that," Aunt Jenny replied. Her voice sounded strange, and as I looked over at her I saw that she was fidgeting in her chair. The switch had dropped to the floor by her feet. "Thank you, gentlemen, but I think I need to try another method."

All three men shuffled towards the door. "If you need us again, just call," Albert said.

"I just may," Aunt Jenny replied, "but for now I think I need to try something different."

As the door clicked shut, she looked at me and said, "Stand up, dear."

I wiped the wetness from my lips and chin, and stood up in front of her. My hard dick tented the front of my shorts. She could easily tell that sucking her friends off had turned me on.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing a bit heavily. I stood there dully in front of her until I realized that she was getting turned on.

"I don't know, Aunt Jenny," I said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't know I liked that until you forced me to do it."

She abruptly stood up. As she did, her shirt tightened across her chest. It told me two things: One, that she was turned on and her nipples were hard enough to show. The second was that she wasn't wearing a bra. She reached out and grabbed my hand, then practically yanked me back to my bedroom. Once inside, she fairly ripped off my shorts, freeing my hard dick. Lust was burning in her eyes.

"AUNT JENNY!" I gasped, trying to cover myself with my hand.

"Shut up," she said, distractedly, then pushed me backwards onto the bed. Kicking her pants and panties off, she climbed on the bed like a tigress and straddled me. I could feel the heat from her pussy an inch above my throbbing dick.

"I can't have you enjoying that," she said, slamming her pussy down onto my cock. Ohmygod, she was wet and hot and tight. "It's just not RIGHT", she moaned as she raised herself off me and them slammed back down, "for you to like COCK," her pussy sldiing up my dick and then coming back down hard, "when there's a PUSSY," another pump, "right here that WANTS", grinding her pussy against me, "to get fucked so BAD...UHHHHHHH...." 

She rode my dick with abandon. Her vacant eyes told me that all of her attention, all of her being was centered on my dick sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. As she rode me harder, her eyes rolled back into her head and she gave a loud moan.

I could feel her pussy contracting hard against my ready-to-explode dick as her orgasm rocked her. I grabbed her hips and slammed myself up into her furiously, straining to join her. Within seconds, I did....her pussy's contractions slowing as my dick exploded inside her. We rocked together, joined in orgasm until the waves of pleasure subsided.

Jenny fell to the side, her pussy sliding off my cum-covered cock. She whimpered in pleasure between gasps for breath. I suddenly felt the weight of her leg across me that I hadn't felt before.

"Jesus, Aunt Jenny," I gasped. "How long has it been since you've had sex???"

"Too long," she mumbled. "But not long enough for me to do this. What have I done?"

"You just fucked your nephew...hell, almost your adopted son," I thought. However, what came out of my mouth was "I don't know, but I know that I liked it!"

Wordlessly, she slowly crawled out of my bed. Collecting up her pants and panties, she walked out of my bedroom. I watched her ass as she went down the hallway.

I didn't know what to do. I was very relaxed from the incredibly orgasm I'd just had. I laid there for a long while, still naked from the waist down.

A bit later, Aunt Jenny came back into my room. She'd changed, and was now wearing a nightgown even though it was still eleven o'clock in the morning. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'd like to say I was sorry about what happened," she began.




Aunt Jenny



"Aunt Jenny, I.." 

She shushed me by putting her finger over my lips. "But I'm not. I needed that. I've been horny for quite a while, and haven't found anyone that I think would be a good husband and lover."

"You want me to be that? A husband and lover?" I asked incredulously.

"No. I want you to take care of my needs until I find one," she replied. She stood up and pulled her nightgown off, standing before me naked. She had very nice tits. I'd never noticed before.

"So all that earlier was so you could get me in bed?" I asked, my hand reaching out for hers. I pulled her gently into bed and she laid next to me.

"No, I was really worried that you'd like dick more than pussy," she said, blushing slightly at the words. 

"After today, I love pussy, Aunt Jenny," I exclaimed loudly.

"Good," she replied, "because I have one that needs you right now."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, my dick throbbing back to life. A random thought crossed my mind, however, and I had to give it it's voice. "But....can you invite your friend back over sometime? I really liked that, too."

"Yes, dear," she said, gently guiding my lips to her waiting nipple.



Aunt Jenny's Perverted Futa-Cock



I wrote this and wanted to share it. This seemed like the right place, I hope? Contains incest, an Aunt with a large futa-cock, cock-milking, some impregnation talk. No cock-sucking or ass-play. Hope y'all enjoy.

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Sex has always been a taboo topic in my family. My Mom, Judy, was strict about enforcing a 'No Pornography' ban in the house, and on the rare (but still far too often) occasions that she caught me masturbating...She never told me not to, but the tone was clear: she disapproved. 

My Aunt Jenny, on the other hand, was (and is) the opposite of my Mom. She loved sex and didn't care who knew it. My friends even found a few old pornos that featured her on the internet and made copies for me. (My Mom had installed something on our Router that blocked most pornography on the internet well before I hit puberty.) 

My Aunt Jenny is 6'5, weight unknown, a bust size that has to be at least a EE, red hair that hangs well below her shoulders, blue eyes, heart-shaped face, heart-shaped ass, and a voice that can oscillate from a honey-rich sweetness to a sultry and suggestive huskiness that always made my heart beat faster whenever I heard it.

"Could you pass the butter, Ryan?" she once asked me at a family dinner, taking a deep breath that made her breasts strain against her cream-colored blouse. 

Thankfully my Mom had gotten up to grab something from the kitchen, so it was just us at the table. 

"Thank you," she grinned as she took the butter dish from my trembling hand, biting her lower lip as she watched my struggle to turn my eyes in a direction that was decent. 

I couldn't stop thinking about licking melted butter off her tits.

My Mother, Judy, is almost as beautiful as my Aunt Jenny. Or maybe she's more beautiful. It's hard to rate one against the other becuase they look so much alike. They're twins, but not identical. 

She's 5'7, weight unknown, a bust size that rivals her sister, her blond hair is cut short, stunning bright green eyes, and the most luscious ass that I've ever seen on a woman.

Myself (Ryan), I'm 6'2, 200 lbs., athletic, shaggy red hair, and I have a thick uncut cock. 

The genetics in my family are fucking weird. 

I have a few old pictures of my Dad, he was a good-looking fellow, I can see myself in his face. He died in a car accident when I was young.

***

With my Mom's puritanical attitude towards sexuality, and the fact that she was fucking gorgeous, I was sexually frustrated for most of my teenage years.

She sabotaged several of my relationships in high school, and I had to fight to attend a college that was far enough away that she couldn't stop in unexpectedly and get in my way when I wanted to score.

My friends were sympathetic, thankfully. During my first few months as a Freshman they helped me hook up several times. 

The girl who took my virginity was a senior name Gail. She had a tight body, shoulder-length blond hair, and had spent the past four years perfecting her cock-sucking technique. 

One of the first things she did with me was take my cock in her mouth and show me exactly how good she was. 

"This is a nice cock, seriously Ryan. Jesus. Some girls will tell you they don't care about size," she teased, flicking the tip with hertongue, "but they're full of it. Every girl wants to have something like this inside them."

She blew me for thirty minutes straight. When she finally let me cum, I came so hard inside her mouth that I lost consciousness for a few minutes.

She swallowed every drop.

Those first few months at college were a blur of sex, sex, sex, and studying. Word got around that I ate good pussy and had a nice cock. It was great. 

Winter break came and I drove home. Over the past few months I had little time to think. Now I did. I thought about why my Mom was so anti-sex, I tried to find a reason. And the more I thought, the more I became irritated with her for her puritanism. 

I would be happy when winter break was over and I could go back to college. Gail, despite her wide sexual experience, told me that no one had ever been in her ass before, and it was mine if I wanted it. 

Ryan want. I was looking forward to "claiming" it as mine. Thoughts of Gail's ass swallowing my 8 inches (she'd measured it on our first night together) and moaning my name kept me company on the rest of the drive. 

I got home at 11PM. The house was dark, my Aunt Jenny's SUV was in the driveway. I parked my POS Corolla behind hers and heaved my heavy bag out of the trunk. I packed everything I thought I would need into one big bag. I heaved it in the front door and up the stairs to my room on the second floor, puffing all the way, friggin heavy bag. 

Only when I dropped it in my room and had taken a few breaths did I hear it. The noise that I'd been masking with my own. 

The sound of my mother having an orgasm. 

"Oh, oh, oh god," it cut off suddenly and I heard my Aunt Jenny's voice bark something at my Mom that I couldn't make out, she replied: "GOD YES! Please, I do!"

The shrieks grew, plateaued, then petered off.

I had stripped off my clothes, and was sitting on the edge of my bed, fists clenched, staring down at my painfully erect cock. 

Incest. 

I'd jacked to my Aunt's pornos before. I'd jacked to the thought of her coming into my room and "introducing" me to the world of sex. I'd thought of my Mom doing it. And I'd felt an appropriate amount of guilt after I'd exploded all over myself with each fantasy.

Sick fuck. What's wrong with you?

Now my Aunt Jenny was fucking Mommy Judy. "Mommy", not Mother or Mom. I wanted to call her Mommy and I wanted those shrieks to be for me.

I stood up and padded, quietly, down the hall to my Mom's room, cock bobbing obscenely in front of me. There were more moans, it sounded like they were getting ready to "fuck" again. 

What were they doing? 

Was Aunt Jenny fucking her with a dildo? A strap-on? Fisting? 

I clenched my fists again and walked, quietly, towards the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me and turned on the water. 

Cold shower. That's what I'll do, cold shower.

I turned it on hot and stepped under the spray. I stroked my length and tried to picture Gail's mouth wrapped around it. Gail turned into Jenny turned into Judith, Mommy. Who then turned back into Aunt Jenny. 

She'd tell me what a nasty boy I was, wanting to fuck my Mom. And how she might be able to help me do it, if I wanted. The price? You'll have to pound me first, Nephew. 

Her big ass, her big round ass, swallowing my...

I stopped stroking and cranked the water to ice-cold. I gasped and planted my cock in the middle of the spray. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I got out a few minutes later, shivering. I toweled off, went back to my bedroom, and laid down. I put in some earbuds and went to sleep to a white noise track.

My dreams were full of tits and ass and Mommies and Aunties and sucking, fucking, Gail was sitting on a cloud, watching me screw the hundreds of slutty relatives lined up to service me. She shouted encouragement and kept up a running commentary in multiple languages. 

I ejaculated onto the ground and an apple tree sprung up from my seed. My Aunt took a bite from a fat red apple, juices ran down her chin and onto her huge tits. She offered one to me and I licked it, I slurped the fruit juice off of them and sucked on all nine of her nipples. 

She mounted me and whispered that every single drop would be hers. 

Gail was in a timeout, pouting. My Mom took Gail over her knee and spanked her with a big wooden paddle. 

"Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!"

The dreams went on and on until I woke up.

It was 11:34 AM. I slept in. Big surprise. 

I stretched, naked. Everything felt sore. So fucking sore. 

I listened, the house was silent. Thank god. I wanted to put as much time between seeing my Aunt and Mom as I could. I really needed to piss. 

I pulled some boxers on and went to the bathroom. The light was off, door unlocked, but a wave of hot air hit me as I opened the door and the mirror was fogged, as was my brain.

I flicked the low-light switch so my retinas wouldn't burst into flame and shuffled towards the toilet. 

We have a larger than average bathroom, with a separate shower and bathtub. As you come in on the right, there's the sink, mirror, and toilet. Directly in front is the shower. On the left is the tub. 

I heard the sound of water shifting, dripping, and a husky voice purred: 

"Hey tiger."

I freaked, I jumped, I went "AH!" and turned towards the noise, simultaneously backing away. The back of my knees hit the toilet and I sat down hard enough to hurt a bit. 

My Aunt Jenny was in the bathtub. (It's a big tub) Her long red hair was put up and she'd sat up as I shuffled in. One hand covered both of her tits. The crook of an elbow hid one nipple, her palm hid another. The pale titflesh threatened to swallow it, her hand. 

Fuck, they're big. So Big. 

"Hey tiger, Ryan?"

My cock was making a tent in my boxers. 

"I'm sorry Aunt Jen I didn't know you were in here I uh, um," it all came out in rush.

"That's okaaayyy," she stretched the word, "I didn't lock the door, so it's kinda my fault, you know? Don't worry about it. Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yeah, yeah, I kinda do."

She sank back into the water, the suds swallowing her fat tits, hiding them from view. 

She turned her back and lay back down in the tub.

"Go ahead and go babe, that thing looks about to burst," she giggled. 

I awkwardly got myself up, unleashed the beast, pointed it at the toilet, and peed. It took a few seconds for the stream to get started. When I was finished, I flushed, washed my hands at the sink and turned to g-"

Ripple, ripple, splash...

"Don't go yet, Ryan, I haven't seen you in a while. Let's chat," the sultriness in her voice was turned up to well-past 11, almost to the point of parody. She goddamn well-knew the effect she was having on me goddammit.

"Okkaaayyyyy," I said, stretching out the word, turning from the sink to face her. 

The top of her breasts were visible, a long line of cleavage led down into the water. 

She smiled at me, her lips were red. An unnatural shade of red, was she wearing lipstick?

"What do you want to tal-"

"I want to talk about that," she interrupted, pointing at my erection. "I bet the girls are loving you at college, right? With a fat cock like that between your legs?"

"I do okay," I replied reluctantly. 

"Your Dad was a big boy, too, I'm glad to see you inherited that from him." 

"Me too?"

She giggled. "Oh, you're all sorts of turned on right now, aren't you? Me too."

She paused.

"Get in the tub with me," she commanded, suddenly. Her voice was different. Her face lost most of the naughty smile it had a moment before. 

"Get in," she repeated. Some of the sultriness returned, mixed with an embarrassed-sounding kindness, as if she realized how she sounded a second before. "The water's hot..."

I swallowed. 

"Okay, I guess I can..." I trailed off and started to get into the tub.

"Lose the boxers first, silly boy."

I paused, brought my foot back down to the floor and, to my own surprise, did as she told me.

I looked deep into her blue eyes as I did it, maintaining eye contact. I pulled the waistband down until my cock freed itself, smacking against my washboard abs stickily. I dropped the boxers and stepped out of them.

Her grin grew wide and her eyes left mine to travel down and admire my manhood. 

"Hot damn. Look. At. You. How big is that thing?"

"A girl at college told me eight inches, so, eight inches. You like what you see Aunt Jenny?"

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. Suddenly I was naked with an object of my deepest, darkest, sweatiest, stickiest, naughtiest, most taboo and fucked up fantasies. She was naked and had told me to show myself to her. 

It was heady stuff.

She didn't answer my question, just looked me in the eye and said: "Tub?", arching an eyebrow expectantly. 

"Oh. Yeah." I said, stepping into the bathtub.

The hot water felt so good after a night of frustration like I had. 

It felt even better since I was sharing it with the fucking babe that was my Aunt Jenny.

Our bathtub is big. Big enough that my Mom didn't like to use it very often because she thought it wasted water. It had two "seats" in it that faced each other. 

I settled into my seat and let the hot water seap into my skin. Aunt Jenny's breasts floated enticingly just a few feet away. Her legs and mine were touching, slickly rubbing together in the hot water. 

She purred and began to play with one of her nipples, making circles with her fingers beneath the water. She'd dropped some kind of scented aromatherapy stuff into it that made the water frustratingly opaque. 

"Did you hear," she inhaled, thrusting her chest out, "what I did to your Mommy last night?"

My cock hurt, she was so fucking sexy. 

"You...You fucked her," I said, putting special emphasis on the 'fucked'. 

She raised her eyebrows. 

"What a dirty mouth you have. Yeah, I fucked your Mommy last night. I fucked her good. Your Mom and I used to have sex all the time when we were younger. Your Dad sometimes joined us."

I was speechless. She continued.

"Judy wasn't always a prude. I tried *really* hard to fuck you on your eighteenth birthday. I wanted to take your cherry so much. But your Mom stopped me. Last night was the first time she's let me inside her in a while. I made her make up for the fact that she got in the way of me taking *this*," she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around my cock, "inside me."

"You wanna fuck your Aunt Jenny, don't you Ryan?"

"God, yes!"

"I bet you'd like to fuck your Mom too?"

"Yes, I want to fuck her..."

"You want to feel Mommy's pussy wrapped around your big boy dick?"

"So much, I want it so much..."

She let go of my cock and sat back in the tub, suddenly lifting herself partway out of the water. 

Her breasts surged from the depths, sudsy water cascading off them. Two massive orbs of pale skin were topped with perfectly round areolas, pale pink, with fat red nipples that looked painfully hard. 

"If you want to fuck Mommy," she crooned, "You're going to have to fuck me first.""

She suddenly stood up, splashing water everywhere. Her thighs and belly were of that same paleness, her curvature was perfect. I stared up at two enormous breasts, her face was eclipsed from view for a moment. 

She was voluptuous defined. She was like some ancient fertility goddess. I could imagine her laying upon an altar, in a temple, with hundreds of men waiting in line to mount her and spurt their seed into her womb. 

All of these thoughts ran through my head in an instant, then evaporated, because I finally saw the one thing that threw my perception of reality into disarray and made me wonder if I was still dreaming.

Between my Aunt Jenny's legs, there was a cock. A big cock, a *giant* cock. Below that cock, balls. Big balls. It was swollen with need.

Aunt Jenny wrapped a hand around the base and gave it a squeeze, a glop of clear fluid oozed from the head. She let go, took two fingers, and pressed them into the tip. They sank into the spongy flesh and she moaned huskily. She slid them in and out with a 'shlick, shlick, shlick' noise. 

"I'm not like other women, Ryan. I'm so much *better*. And we're going to have a lot of naughty fun together."

She giggled.

***

I was in a bath with my big-titted, voluptuous, Aunt Jenny. She was standing up, I was sitting down. She towered over me. 

And she had a giant cock. 

She was showing it to me, explaining to me how it was different from mine, and what she could do with it. 

The interior of her cock felt almost exactly like a pussy, but better! It was designed to act like one, to receive and massage men's cocks.

The one thing she couldn't do with her huge cock and balls was produce viable sperm. 

"I can 'harvest' sperm from men with this, and use it however I see fit. Knock up infertile housewives, *fertile housewives*, or just sexy girls that I want to see with baby bumps. Or I don't need to impregnate anyone at all. Fucking by itself is a lot of fun. But I've got babies on the brain today..."

She stroked the powerful member with both hands.

"...And I fucking love *cock* inside me. Inside *it*." She smiled wickedly, then made a pouty face. "Will you feed Aunty's cock, Ryan? It's so hungry, it wants you, I want you to fill up these big balls," she hefted them in one hand, "with your young seed..."

She sank back down into the water with a splash and pressed her body against mine, massive tits slipping and sliding against my torso, our cocks trapped between our respective stomachs. 

She hungrily kissed me, tangling her fingers in my shaggy red hair, my hands wrapped around her giant cock and stroked it a few times. 

She moaned into my mouth and slipped me some tongue. I found the tip and slid three fingers into it. Aunt Jenny squealed as I began to finger her fat cock furiously. She broke off kissing me to gasp in pleasure and her hips began to pump, straining to meet each thrust of her nephew's strong hands. 

"Good boy, Ryan, god, such a good boy! Finger me, finger me and fuck me!"

As she threw her head back in pleasure I dived between her tits, licking and sucking on the slippery titflesh, tasting soap and skin. She hefted one of her boobs so I could capture a nipple. I sucked on it hard for a full minute while my fingers 'shlick-shlick-shlick'ed beneath the water. 

"I'm...Ryan, that's, you're going to...You're going to make me cum!"

I sucked harder, her hips pumped faster, her hands were pulling at my hair. They couldn't decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. 

She came with a shriek that sounded a lot like my Mother's. 

"Aaaahhhhh! YYyyyeessss, I'm cummingcummingcummingfuckinghell Ryan!"

I felt her cock swell in my grip, the opening that I had been fucking with my fingers tightened and sucked two of them as far into her cock as they could go. I grunted in surprise at how powerful it was, I felt my knuckles 'pop' from the suction.

I had kept a death grip on her nipple with my lips during this, and as her orgasm wound down, I felt her breasts quiver and tremble. The nipple I was sucking swelled against my tongue, a warm sweet-tasting liquid flowed into my mouth. I sucked harder. Aunt Jenny shrieked and another orgasm took her, smaller than the first. 

I suckled on that nipple until my mouth was full, then let it go with a 'pop' and looked up into the flushed face of my Aunt Jenny, caught her eye, and swallowed the mouthful of sweet milk I'd taken from her tit. 

"Oh baby," she breathed, "You're so good, that was so good, oh my..."

We spent the next few minutes 'recovering', my cock was painfully hard. It knew where it wanted to be. 

***

Shortly after I'd gulped down a mouthful of milk from my Aunt Jenny's tit, I felt...different. Twitchy. I'd savored the sensation of my cock brushing against my Aunt's or being trapped against her stomach as I fingered her. I'd felt desperate to cum, but at the same time I knew I should be patient. 

Just a few minutes more...

Just a few more...and I'd get to cum.

Something about the milk made me feel impatient, energetic, powerful.

I pushed her off me and back across the tub forcefully, water sloshing around us. She squealed a bit, then laughed huskily. I stood up. I gasped when my cock left the hot bathwater. I shivered. My body felt hot and cold. My manhood was...engorged. The head was purple, my balls felt tight, they tingled. 

My heart was beating quickly and each beat made my member pulse, visibly. 

I stood over my Aunt Jenny and we both admired it for a moment. 




Aunt Jenny's Perverted Futa-Cock



She reached a hand out to wrap around it, rubbing her thumb across the the head gently.

I groaned, my cock throbbed. 

"Does my *naughty* Nephew want t-"

SPURT

I ejaculated a single clear rope of sticky fluid into her open mouth, and it splashed against her neck, and breasts. Her eyes went wide with surprise. She swirled it around in her mouth, moaned, and swallowed, murmuring "Gimme more," while rubbing the clear fluid against her boobs with her free hand.

I couldn't take it.

I sank beneath the water, pressing my body against hers. I kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Both my hands struggled to align my cock with hers for a few seconds that felt like an eternity.

Aunt Jenny broke our kiss to moan and whisper "FUCK me Ryan, fuck your Aunt's big cock I want you I want your cum put it in me baby, please please please!"

I found the entrance to her hot hole. I thrust myself inside her.

She was right, it felt just like a pussy, but so much better. It was soft, slick, tight, and warm. So warm, hot. It swallowed my cock, wrapping around it as I penetrated her. I looked down into the sloshing water, it had cleared enough that I could see how fat Aunt Jenny's cock was with mine inside it. 

Then I bottomed out, the entirety of my penis enclosed in hers. I felt something brush against the head of my penis, a smooth concave cup that enveloped the head and sucked on it softy, gently, lovingly.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Ryan. I want you to fuck me, fuck me. Fu-"

I fucked her. I pulled my hips back, then thrust, HARD. Her tits jiggled and she bit her lip, eyes rolling back into her head. 

Then I did it again, and again, and again. I was fucking my Aunt Jenny, pounding her pussy? Her cock? I was fucking my Aunt Jenny's hot fuckhole was what I was doing. 

Both of us were moaning and screaming at each other how good we felt. I pressed my hands against her giant tits, palming her nipples while I fucked her. We slipped and slid together as the waves from our fucking slammed against our bodies in the tub. 

It wasn't long before I couldn't hold back anymore, and neither could she. 

I thrust into her one last time, squeezed her fat tits, and came. My PC muscle contracted harder than it ever had before, and I spurted a single long stream of cum into Aunt Jenny's balls.

"YES!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cock contracting around mine, sucking down my seed, absorbing it. 

Another spurt, and another, and another. I moaned and babbled incomprehensively as my brain was overloaded by the waves of pleasure wracking my body.

I shot everything I had inside her and more. After several minutes of this, I stopped. My body went slack.

She cooed and moaned at how good I was, how good I felt.

"Good boy, good boy," she whispered. "You gave me just what Aunty needed." She was holding me so I wouldn't fall over, my face pressed against her huge boobs. "I'm going to use your seed, nephew. I'm going to fuck your Mommy. I'm going to pump it into her womb and make her beg for it. Your seed, all your seed..."

I moaned, too tired for words. 

"...and I'm going to let you watch."

My family is so fucked up.